Lyrics

Gil come quick Could you be willing To strike up a tune Wrapped in imbalanced pity Nonsensical madrigal Wilting with feeling We sing along our hollow song Blessed wreck how sweet the mess We've left for dead and crawled into bed Swing low sweet fist broke at the wrist And left for dead while we crawled into bed Goodnight A flight On angel wings tonight The bedbugs rest Inside a bumblehead On end of kite The ocean emotion Of death defying heights We sing along our hollow song