little thing little thing what are you gonna to do i m drawn into your big black pool it comes in waves it comes in waves the waves could pull me in i m blocked inside your ghost again and here s the next thing here s the next thing in a car in a car it s faster than you think in a life that covers everything bathed in white bathed in red and then the red turns into back moving in for the attack and here s the next thing here s the next thing here s the next thing the next thing it s the one that calls me back again everytime everytime it comes and leaves a trace and the mark is one you can t erase it always stays always stays until it leaves me bare and underneath this sea of air here s the next thing the next thing it s the next thing the next thing it s the next thing the next thing it s the one that calls me back again
['brooklyn indie']