disappear in complete disarray reaffirm what our grandfathers say love the kisses that i ll be sending you play the rhythm that i m pretending to take the time to find out why i bowed out i was flat on my own my darling fought the lessons of grace for so long when your trip s only five meters long and you find you ve been grown all along join the living innoxious lullabies only sleeping cabrns could sympathize only they could forget the consciousness i was flat on my own my darling fought the lessons of grace for so long you can t stop laughing if you can t stop falling it makes you wonder whether he is calling give them a token give them a token to play phone stops ringing when i play your number no bad loving could pervade my slumber give them a token give them a token to play minor love can be shorn like a scarf fairy tales are beheld to depart 
['anti-folk']