Licking my lips Still tastes like oatmeal Licking my lips Still tastes like oatmeal
Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes The histories and stories that are never spoken My empty soul is screaming out I'm starting out in the world of pandemonium
Back in the days Hands on the deck Struck in my head I don't know why
Licking my lips Still tastes like your lips Licking my lips Still tastes like your lips
Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes The histories and stories that are never spoken My empty soul is screaming out Just starting out in the world of pandemonium
As i come down from the above I know the ones are gone from here forever Uncrowned life A westbound sign I saw deerhounds running wild again Again Again Again
