Lyrics

[Verse] Passionflower, paperbacks and woodlice Sacrifice and ballroom dancing Little owls, miniature in motion Silverfish and words I can't sing I tried before but my vocal chords have fused like a finger on ice [Verse] Metal structures, wooden boxes Plastic pauses involve for a flicker of Floating failure, small success I expect nothing lower I'd lean on layers of Hell But I'm not a bell you can ping in time [Verse] Passionflower, paperbacks and woodlice Something oh so sentimental Made it up, spit it out Every cloud will cut its shadows in half How are we to hidе Heavy as a quiet conversation? How arе we to hide Heavy as a quiet conversation?