Slackjaw Pilgrims

Duration

6:54

Genres

Indie Rock

Lyrics

Alone on a subway dreaming, a voice recites the coordinates and I don't speak the language here. Sack of skin, worn gray static bones beneath the ground. Shipwrecked on a trap door mountain and fenced in a frame, hung on a wall, lost in a room. Next time, I'd inject such theories into the belly of a whale and watch them spray up at the sky. And the trust we reserve for god in states of public debt, It's a farce, it's blatant disregard to the sound sound of asteroids burning uptown, burlap bleeding hearts are sewn up, bleeding hearts are sewn. Don't worry, they're just your grownup symptoms your cashed out slackjaw pilgrims. Don't lose your nerve and crack the hull we've grown up restless. It isn't often enough that I stop and thank you for being you. Crowds turn dull means to meaning and seldom take them home. There's no excuse or circumstance, it's all romance, you see. It's all romance, you see.