To Vanish

We all heard it oh

MUSIC

Your Collision with the sofa bed

That set off one hundred thousand car alarms

There's nothing left

There's nothing left to me

Oh oh you're withering away

You're getting lost in your systematic extraction

So come on

What once was clear has now disappeared

And you'll keep playing

And I'll keep thinking

Hour by hour hours spent

Hour by hour hours spent

Hour by hour hours spent

Hours spent

MUSIC

It's the type of thing cannot be kissed and made better

It's the type of thing cannot be kissed and made better