Arabella house and high pitches the dog she understands we can't so dreamin shift across sheets lost mothers, instruments, and metal fruit bowls tell me my eyes are hungry babe, i haven't eaten for a while go to sleep i'll try to keep your birthday in the car ride alive
when you wake up i will be covered in milky sweat and grey, grey, grey cashmere
i may not fall in a christian and cameroon for a muslim at the mall? love, love, love the cold
