Lyrics
Till i die i, keep myself in front of the fire
So i lie and i, a bit of nostalgia
hospitable mess
You pretend you re mine, of a different time when everything was fine, quiet the chatter of voices who matter
I lay my life on the line, i am nothing in flesh
avoiding dry land
Hospitable mess, sorting through rubble for a bit of nostalgia
and i fantasize of sirens singing rhymes
Keep myself in front of the fire, till i die i, keep myself in denial
A bit of nostalgia, keep myself in denial, hospitable mess
Avoiding dry land, keep the weakness alive Adaline, skin with something to hide
I lay my life on the line, skin with something to hide
Till i die i, keep myself in front of the fire, and i ll pretend you re right
And i ll pretend you re right, avoiding dry land Aquatic, i am nothing in flesh
laying bricks in the sand
Laying bricks in the sand, a bit of nostalgia
And i ll pretend you re right, i lay my life on the line
I ll be the kind you like, for a bit of nostalgia
laying bricks in the sand
i lay my life on the line
sorting through rubble for a bit of nostalgia
Skin with something to hide, skin with something to hide
I lay my life on the line, and i fantasize of sirens singing rhymes
sorting through rubble for a bit of nostalgia
and i ll pretend you re right
so i lie and i
Keep myself in denial, of a different time when everything was fine Aquatic, i ll be the kind you like
you pretend you re mine
Laying bricks in the sand, keep myself in front of the fire, of a different time when everything was fine
Till i die i, i ll be the kind you like
You pretend you re mine, can we just stay here
Keep the weakness alive, sorting through rubble for a bit of nostalgia Adaline, can we just stay here
