作词 : Christopher Lawless/Christopher Johns/Vishnu Anantha/Bryn Nieboer
 作曲 : Christopher Lawless/Christopher Johns/Vishnu Anantha/Bryn Nieboer
God damn you're so sick of the space
Between your fingers and（ What comes of us comes through us）
God damn you're（And leaves us thin as string lights, hung up around a tree no one tends）
So sick of（All night, I walk between the full moon and your heart）
The space（ If there is a word for feeling lost, it is tired of being said）
Between your fingers and your heart

I'd feel the weight
You'd help me out
Our legs locked in
You'd press me down
Your stomach turns
But not your mouth
Your stomach turns
But not your mouth
I'd feel the weight
You'd help me out
Our legs locked in
You'd press me down
Your stomach turns
But not your mouth
Your stomach turns
But not your mouth

Liar!

You slip sometimes
Absent-minded
Absent-minded

Throw the first fistful of earth
Carved into stone, you put the weight of my worth
You caught a break
You caught a break
I feel the weight, so go ahead and bury me
Absent-minded, you mess up your timing
Motion captures what you're going after
Sensing weakness,
use it like a resource
We’re unbalanced,
I guess you’ll need recourse
I guess you’ll need recourse

You slip sometimes

Absent-minded,
you mess up your timing
We’re unbalanced,
it’s your silver lining

You slip sometimes

They're all worth a thought
Whether you pick and choose without going through them all
Lump the bad ones in too
Because this is a fire sale