Texty:
Deepfield Archetypes And Repetition

and thrown away for me to find (and we could)go back to the way it was and sacrifice the way it could be we could fall apart or we could fall in love again (and

i want to bring it down i want to bring it down i believe that things are changing your hands, held tight around the throat of what it is to live these days and

Happy as a big and shit gonna build a fortress from this wasted hatred under your skin. why i do i do the things i do. whouldn't you like to know? what

I often fantasize The stars above are watching you They know my heart and speak to yours Like only lovers do If I could wear your clothes I'd pretend I was you and

Nothing like a fool and his gun You've blown him away But nobody won and no one believe 'Til the damage was done And they all recieve but did not deserve