I was tracking him for the thousandth time
It's just one more now
And I feel like tonight I was wondering
I was caught in a mosh
Getting all sleepy
Day one
She takes the stretcher
As per usual
Night
She's not the type
Yeah
Coldly
as the well's done
She's not the type
Brush and sheets of things that are green
From the night to the clouds out of the sky
Again
She's forever talking