Text for song:
It's crippling
Never really knowing
They're huddling where it's always nice
And plus there is a flame
Of frail and trippy hearts
And swallowed, being small and being still
Following wherever you will
Look at them
They're sensitive
And they inch out
Look at them
And plus there is a flame
Of frail and trippy hearts
And swallowed, being small and being still
Following wherever you will