Из альбома: Olly Oxen free
dark stained wooden table
i'll breathe when i am able
for now i'll hold it in
with all of my
disembodied and
unassociated sounds of departure
for the night
and finally breathing pitch black until
i had emptied out the till
heard the tires squeal
but you won't right?
i swore to myself
last time was the last time
in past lives i was wealthy
so probably unhappy
oh i'm so glad i died
i travel from point a, to point b, to point c
trying to lose more points along the way
to get lower
i travel from point a, to point b, to point c
trying to fall from grace along the way
to get lower and lower and lower