Текст: Lush. Desire Lines.

It's raining in this room
And it's so hot outside this room
I don't know no one here I don't want to be here
In this room
We hold parties in our sleep
We fill ourselves up in our sleep
And I'll heal you when you're ill
Though it's hard keeping still
In our sleep
Pries the hair out of her mouth
While the circus is heading sout
While we search in the sand
Don't ask them to understand
Why they cover up their hands
And their mouths