go, take all of your clothes from here
all over the same boat
no, take all in a row from here
you close it to save warmth
and then i fell asleep
and i dreamt of my friend
coming back to the sack
of his elementary days
you paced. left with your friends aboard
you opened the same doors
shave; try and mess with the high up guys
cause you know it’s a fable
then you cry. don’t be shy, you can cry
you’re away for the day but you’ll soon stay away
memories all; shards in the helm through smog
tell me fog isn’t your hardest song?