Lyrics
I am nothing in flesh, hospitable mess Nostalgia, a bit of nostalgia
I am nothing in flesh, i am nothing in flesh
I am nothing in flesh, you pretend you re mine
hospitable mess
Avoiding dry land, can we just stay here
Keep the weakness alive, avoiding dry land
I lay my life on the line, so i lie and i Nostalgia, i ll be the kind you like
i am nothing in flesh
keep myself in front of the fire
a bit of nostalgia
Skin with something to hide, i hunt the kill that s pulling me under Nostalgia, i hunt the kill that s pulling me under
laying bricks in the sand
Keep the weakness alive, laying bricks in the sand
Can we just stay here, i ll be the kind you like
Keep myself in denial, and i fantasize of sirens singing rhymes, keep myself in front of the fire
I ll be the kind you like, skin with something to hide
Of a different time when everything was fine, i am nothing in flesh
Skin with something to hide, a bit of nostalgia, of a different time when everything was fine
Hospitable mess, hospitable mess Nostalgia, i lay my life on the line
I lay my life on the line, i hunt the kill that s pulling me under, i hunt the kill that s pulling me under
i ll be the kind you like
For a bit of nostalgia, a bit of nostalgia
Hospitable mess, can we just stay here
Avoiding dry land, i am nothing in flesh, a bit of nostalgia
I lay my life on the line, quiet the chatter of voices who matter, i lay my life on the line
Sorting through rubble for a bit of nostalgia, hospitable mess
Skin with something to hide, so i lie and i, avoiding dry land
i silence them in the night
Skin with something to hide, i hunt the kill that s pulling me under
I silence them in the night, i hunt the kill that s pulling me under Nostalgia, skin with something to hide
