We begin with singletons, sages, and the onionskin on
Those of heart beat back the buried sunshine
Yeah, That's how it is.
Aggressive summers
Broken windows, silence
Breaks the coming thunder.
Aren't we silly filled with hope and bandages?
Oh oh (oh oh)
All our lives in pearls
Oh oh (oh oh)
All our afternoons sitting on setting suns
If there's really nothing going wrong
Then there's really nothing going on.
We have eyes of stealing will, we are born
To kill and we will.
All our muscles, ruffled feathers are fear
Here completely. It beats me, keeps me and
Leaves me like a love.
Aren't we silly filled with hope and bandages?
Oh oh (oh oh)
All our lives in pearls
Oh oh (oh oh)
All our afternoons setting on setting suns
If there's really nothing going wrong
Then there's really nothing going on
Oh oh oh
You and me
And everyone
Everyone that we know knows it's done
Aren't we silly filled with hope and bandages?
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Cant's are filled with walls
Cant's are filled with walls
Those of heart beat back the buried sunshine
Yeah, That's how it is.
Aggressive summers
Broken windows, silence
Breaks the coming thunder.
Aren't we silly filled with hope and bandages?
All our lives in pearls
Oh oh (oh oh)
All our afternoons sitting on setting suns
If there's really nothing going wrong
Then there's really nothing going on.
To kill and we will.
All our muscles, ruffled feathers are fear
Leaves me like a love.
Aren't we silly filled with hope and bandages?
All our lives in pearls
Oh oh (oh oh)
All our afternoons setting on setting suns
If there's really nothing going wrong
Then there's really nothing going on
And everyone
Everyone that we know knows it's done
Aren't we silly filled with hope and bandages?
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Cant's are filled with walls
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Actual lyrics from the Maritime website: We begin with sages and the onionskin Heartbeats back the first bite and the original sin That's how it is. Survival of the fittest till were all outdone. When there is no counting, who is number one Who can feel the sun?
All our lives in peril, With all our lives in stone. You and me and everyone and everyone That you know knows it.
We begin with sages and the onionskin. When there is no counting who is remembering Who can feel it end?
Everyone you know knows it's done.
Oops. That was actually for Peril... They're just too similar.