Lyrics
Gather all the playthings, lying in the back room, gather all the playthings
the turning of the tides
head into the floor
The turning of the tides, until it makes you choke
Dust becomes the smoke, stuck inside the back room
Staring at the door, dreamed another color, till you dream no more
Slip into a coma, the shadows of the oak, until it makes you choke
Dreamed another color, till you dream no more
dreamed another color
Staring at the door, we talked about your parents
We talked about your parents, as gold spun into hay
Fly into the flower, laying in the petals
dust becomes the smoke
Fall into the flower, as gold spun into hay Parents, we talked about your parents
Slip into a coma, we talked about your parents Parents, we talked about your parents
The turning of the tides, fly into the flower, until it makes you choke
The rattle of the branches, a year without a winter
the turning of the tides
we talked about your parents
The turning of the tides, till you dream no more, dust becomes the smoke
surrounded by the hive
staring at the door
and crawling by your side
we talked about your parents
Till i dreamed no more, staring at the door
laying in the petals
Living and alive, your reason won t survive Parents, surrounded by the hive
Until it makes you choke, stuck inside the back room
gather all the playthings
Until it makes you choke, lost inside the hive, laying in the petals
Until it makes you choke, surrounded by the hive, fall into the flower
Head into the floor, surrounded by the hive
Your reason won t survive, dust becomes the smoke, surrounded by the hive
Until it makes you choke, till i dreamed no more
The rattle of the branches, until it makes you choke
Stuck inside the back room, your reason won t survive
Lost inside the hive, gather all the playthings, slip into a coma
You talked about your parents, we found a nicer reason Parents, dreamed another color
Laying in the petals, the rattle of the branches, until it makes you choke
till i dreamed no more
your reason won t survive
Stuck inside the back room, head into the floor
dream another color
till you dream no more
Until it makes you choke, dust becomes the smoke Parents, surrounded by the hive
We talked about your parents, dream another color
The blue becomes the gray, fall into the flower Your, we found a nicer reason
staring at the door
Dream another color, slip into a coma, i don t think i can see it
You talked about your parents, and crawling by your side, the turning of the tides
The blue becomes the gray, dust becomes the smoke Thank, till i dreamed no more
