Yes, it took so long but now we are masked, our face was painted by our freaky arms
Sneaking through the stormy weather
Oh a taste of scorn lies on the road
The looks of the people
Oh we feel so wrong
We are young and not that clever
But when you're scared, call Dorothys name
But when you're scared, call, call Dorothys name
Feels like my bed is made of guns
It seems so dead
Give me a hug, my old lady
I raised it up and now I push it back
It seems so dead
Give me a hug, my Dorothy
So I take the other way
See myself, put the lights on
Know how it is
It's kind of funny, bro
Yeah, get out of it
See yourself, put the lights on
Know how it is
It's kind of funny, bro
Exhale the ashes
It's odd
It took so long but here's the fight, the consequence in my weepy room
We cannot be together
Yes I'm so alone
It's filling up my pain, my tears
Yes I can't go home
Doesn't seem to get better
And now I'm scared
I call Dorothys name
And when you are scared, call, call Dorothys name
Feels like my bed is made of guns
It seems so dead
Give me a hug my old lady
I raised it up and now I push it back
It seems so dead
Give me a hug, my Dorothy
So you take the other way
See myself, put the lights on
Know how it is
It's kind of funny, bro
Yeah, get out of it
See yourself, put the lights on
Know how it is
It's kind of funny, bro
Exhale the ashes
It's odd
A melancholic haze that, if you let it in, will grab your ears, hold you tight, and won't relent, not until you've broken. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 28, 2014