Текст: Oh Land. Frostbite.

I'm bored of quality
I'm tired of keeping diciplined
I'm sweltering
The heat is too much for me
Making this wark
Is pure vanity

I got a frostbite in my frantal labe
I got no empathy
No sensitivity
Please unwrap me from this cotton wool -
I won't be bullet proof
When you smile

You're bored of quality
You're tired of
Keeping diciplined
You're sweltering
The heat is perfect for me
Making this wark is not vanity

You got a frostbite in your frantal labe
But I got too much empathy
So much sensitivity
Please won't you wrap me in some cotton wool -
I'm not bullet proof
When we smile