Texty: Passion Pit. Manners. Swimming in the Flood.

My eyes have once again been proven wrong
Your clouds, your blanket and my pity song
Hovering on your front lawn
Carry on until it's gone

What can I do? The river's overrun
We're swimming in a flood, you know?
I thought I felt your touch
But the water's rising up

Then I lie naked in a rampage
In the flesh, face to face with the onset
I forget everything that's ever made me
Rise again, now slowly leave my memory

What can I do? The river's overrun
We're swimming in a flood, you know?
I thought I felt your touch
But the water's rising up
Now all my lovers raise their cups

What can I do? The river's overrun
We're swimming in a flood, you know?
I thought I felt your touch
But the water's rising up
Now all my lovers raise their cups