Lyrics
The shape of the sun
Ah, pretty ways
Pretty ways and things to come
This day is done
You will collapse
Collapse into my arms
And as always
They're not that strong
And as always
You do believe
And now always
I'm very wrong
About the cut
Above the bleed
April, she finds the sugar time
And so slow like syrupy
She'd be inside
You shed away a shadow as we go
We know always
It's not that bad
And I'm so
Into the blue
You know always, like goofy sad
I just fly above the few
The last thing we do
Turn our heads around
Closer to the ground
You're falling
And masculine you
Forever benched
Sitting by the dirty window
You know always
And then you know
And I'm so
Into the blue
And it's so goofy sad
I just fly above the few
Although it seems to be a drag
You skirt around the things that's comfortable
Purple peppers, dirty rags
Make your life albeit more portable
Turn around to follow me
Don't follow me
Don't follow me
Don't follow me
