Letras:
Thermals The More Parts Per Million

Memory wise Memory flies Memory barely satisfies The past steals It's a passing feeling Memory wise Memory flies Memory rarely satisfies The past tense

Every call you never made, every call you waited for, it never came. Every ancient sound that's passed through your ears in an endless supply of ones

Hail mary Heaven willing Let a blanket Cover everything Hold us high Hold aside Mother don't let us die before the springtime I don't need any love

hardly garbage Hardly art, hardly starving Hardly art, hardly garbage More colored liquid No scent, no skin More stained paper More parts per million

Go fast Go slow Go sly Go low Where the hell you wanna be? All systems intact The red and the black Black eventually Go fast Go slow Go sly Go low Where

I think we've reached our limit I think we're getting finished But I won't lose too much If I can still trust you Know it's not the same Know it's entertaining

Stuff your sentences Into your boring diary Stuff your senses Into the back of your jeans Take the controls Grab hold Get fuckin' ready Bring your appetite