Start the van, close the door, Quince I think it's gonna be a while
The climates flay themselves, undress themselves at the side of the road
Commute at the union between failure and hope
We're at the highway line, we just started on the land
That last line I'm not too sure on, although I'm fairly positive it's Quince.
Start the van, close the door, Quince I think it's gonna be a while The climates flay themselves, undress themselves at the side of the road Commute at the union between failure and hope We're at the highway line, we just started on the land
That last line I'm not too sure on, although I'm fairly positive it's Quince.