Day 3

Melting into slo-mo
An inevitable slowing
Weak in the knees and in the fists
All signs waiting patiently for you to spot them pointing
And your e.s.p is on the fritz
Day 3

Christen this city with the sound you grew up wanting
Jangle trauma in the light
Bus stop junkies looking pretty as the morning
Jungle hot after a rainy night
Day 3

And by dawn we're floating, flying
And by dawn we're neurons, firing

And by dawn we're floating, flying
And by dawn we're neurons, firing