Songtexte:
Pianos Become The Teeth

...and I miss home, and I miss the closets, the windows, the hallways And when we are gone, who will keep up the garden? Like a mother calling her boy

Too seldom sanguine, Always crying over closed doors You should feel like you should, You should feel like you should adapt well with a wistful

Oh hey, how was your day? I wonder if it will speak through your smile, with an alike jaw, wonder if they will have the same fire for fauna I have questions

give her back and give him back to her her charlie stayed fenced in on underwood road, she grew old and she forever took off her riding boots youve been

I am a bird afraid of heights, I am afraid of everything And for the first time in my life, I can't be alone Through seasons you learn to weather Small

I woke up not enough awake today, just to take in the smell of the fake red poinsettias, Well, I'm well aware I'm treating life as a way to pass the time

You cant see but you're the best at hearing the friends we could be Insipid but still charming the hair off of our tongues, singing of dying early just

One drop was all it took Throwing rocks through ice How is our footing chosen wisely? Do you hunch over? You know my shrug And I can't pass The past if