I left a blurry line
Trapped in an image
A heat-girled polaroid
On a ghost-white fridge
Across the river
From a seven-piece village
Sitting on a stone
Along with the turbines in the distance
Red and white air on my five-tenths
Pulls me back from the edge again
Red and white air on my five-tenths
Pulls me back from the edge again
Pulls me back from the edge again
I can't remember
Like just in general
It's weird here without you
Being sentimental
Red and white air on my five-tenths
Pulls me back from the edge again
Red and white air on my five-tenths
Pulls me back from the edge again
Red wine air on my five tens
Pulls me back from the edge again
Pulls me back from the edge again
Red wine air on my five tens
Pulls me back from the edge again
Red wine air on my five tens
Pulls me back from the edge again
Red wine air on my five tens
Pulls me back from the edge again