House and high pitches

The dog, she understands we can't
So dreamin', shift across sheets
Lost mothers, instruments, and metal fruit bowls

Tell me
My eyes are hungry
Babe, I haven't eaten for a while
Go to sleep, I'll try to keep
Your birthday in the car ride alive

When you wake up
I will be covered in milky sweat
And grey, grey, grey cashmere

I may not find a Christian in Cameroon
Nor a Muslim at the mall
Love, love, love the call

Lyrics submitted by seasideisme, edited by walzjenna

Arabella song meanings
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