| Song | No Nature |
| Artist | A Lot Like Birds |
| Album | No Place |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I say the devil runs this hole | |
| and hides his subjects wisely. | |
| We won't be waiting. | |
| We won't be waiting. | |
| Oh please. (Give it up!) | |
| Don't use your spells on me. (Give it up! Do your worst!) | |
| Disruption, the séance, a curse upon all of us. | |
| An addiction to chaos? I can relate. | |
| Kinda got the same damn problem myself. | |
| Away from the furnace it feels like a vague supernatural strain. | |
| Get closer baby! It's like the real flame! | |
| How long can you hold in your breath for? | |
| Long enough to fan out the fumes? | |
| Who is it you're saving your best for? | |
| And is he showing up soon? | |
| To show you that all prayers fall on deaf ears. | |
| Best to save the fresh air. | |
| And hey, who can blame you for wishing? (Give it up!) | |
| Hope's probably the last thing any of us can take from you. (Stop!) | |
| But we'll get there eventually. We take everything. | |
| Why'd you even come back in the first place? (Turn! Back!) | |
| This isn't your home anymore. It's mine. It's ours. (Leave.) | |
| My tangled knots are wound so tight they never untie. | |
| My mangled tongue's a mother birthing nothing but lies. | |
| My prodigy's in the dark with no need for eyes. | |
| Hold on, watch your step when you're walking down. | |
| Don't want to wake anyone. | |
| Everything you lost watches closely. | |
| Don't go far from the stairs. | |
| Oh, when will it be all over? | |
| Will you let me leave when it's over? | |
| I know you're not superstitious but you might just want to give it a try. | |
| Cross your heart and pray to die now! Knock on wood, turn off the lights now! | |
| Put your skin where I can taste it! Come on down, we're in the basement! | |
| Oh god, someone save us from us! | |
| Pacing back and forth, pacing back and forwards. | |
| Words fill up the space, words fill up the spaces. | |
| Is there any way, is there any way in? | |
| In or out's the same, in or out's the same place. | |
| Home can be such a terrible place | |
| When they won't let you leave. | |
| When you don't have the means. | |
| If I die in my sleep, will I dream before I do? | |
| And live this one final night in my desolate room. | |
| The room inside my head, ceilingless, fulfilling. | |
| If God can grant me this, then I might just go willing. |
| I say the devil runs this hole | |
| and hides his subjects wisely. | |
| We won' t be waiting. | |
| We won' t be waiting. | |
| Oh please. Give it up! | |
| Don' t use your spells on me. Give it up! Do your worst! | |
| Disruption, the se ance, a curse upon all of us. | |
| An addiction to chaos? I can relate. | |
| Kinda got the same damn problem myself. | |
| Away from the furnace it feels like a vague supernatural strain. | |
| Get closer baby! It' s like the real flame! | |
| How long can you hold in your breath for? | |
| Long enough to fan out the fumes? | |
| Who is it you' re saving your best for? | |
| And is he showing up soon? | |
| To show you that all prayers fall on deaf ears. | |
| Best to save the fresh air. | |
| And hey, who can blame you for wishing? Give it up! | |
| Hope' s probably the last thing any of us can take from you. Stop! | |
| But we' ll get there eventually. We take everything. | |
| Why' d you even come back in the first place? Turn! Back! | |
| This isn' t your home anymore. It' s mine. It' s ours. Leave. | |
| My tangled knots are wound so tight they never untie. | |
| My mangled tongue' s a mother birthing nothing but lies. | |
| My prodigy' s in the dark with no need for eyes. | |
| Hold on, watch your step when you' re walking down. | |
| Don' t want to wake anyone. | |
| Everything you lost watches closely. | |
| Don' t go far from the stairs. | |
| Oh, when will it be all over? | |
| Will you let me leave when it' s over? | |
| I know you' re not superstitious but you might just want to give it a try. | |
| Cross your heart and pray to die now! Knock on wood, turn off the lights now! | |
| Put your skin where I can taste it! Come on down, we' re in the basement! | |
| Oh god, someone save us from us! | |
| Pacing back and forth, pacing back and forwards. | |
| Words fill up the space, words fill up the spaces. | |
| Is there any way, is there any way in? | |
| In or out' s the same, in or out' s the same place. | |
| Home can be such a terrible place | |
| When they won' t let you leave. | |
| When you don' t have the means. | |
| If I die in my sleep, will I dream before I do? | |
| And live this one final night in my desolate room. | |
| The room inside my head, ceilingless, fulfilling. | |
| If God can grant me this, then I might just go willing. |
| I say the devil runs this hole | |
| and hides his subjects wisely. | |
| We won' t be waiting. | |
| We won' t be waiting. | |
| Oh please. Give it up! | |
| Don' t use your spells on me. Give it up! Do your worst! | |
| Disruption, the sé ance, a curse upon all of us. | |
| An addiction to chaos? I can relate. | |
| Kinda got the same damn problem myself. | |
| Away from the furnace it feels like a vague supernatural strain. | |
| Get closer baby! It' s like the real flame! | |
| How long can you hold in your breath for? | |
| Long enough to fan out the fumes? | |
| Who is it you' re saving your best for? | |
| And is he showing up soon? | |
| To show you that all prayers fall on deaf ears. | |
| Best to save the fresh air. | |
| And hey, who can blame you for wishing? Give it up! | |
| Hope' s probably the last thing any of us can take from you. Stop! | |
| But we' ll get there eventually. We take everything. | |
| Why' d you even come back in the first place? Turn! Back! | |
| This isn' t your home anymore. It' s mine. It' s ours. Leave. | |
| My tangled knots are wound so tight they never untie. | |
| My mangled tongue' s a mother birthing nothing but lies. | |
| My prodigy' s in the dark with no need for eyes. | |
| Hold on, watch your step when you' re walking down. | |
| Don' t want to wake anyone. | |
| Everything you lost watches closely. | |
| Don' t go far from the stairs. | |
| Oh, when will it be all over? | |
| Will you let me leave when it' s over? | |
| I know you' re not superstitious but you might just want to give it a try. | |
| Cross your heart and pray to die now! Knock on wood, turn off the lights now! | |
| Put your skin where I can taste it! Come on down, we' re in the basement! | |
| Oh god, someone save us from us! | |
| Pacing back and forth, pacing back and forwards. | |
| Words fill up the space, words fill up the spaces. | |
| Is there any way, is there any way in? | |
| In or out' s the same, in or out' s the same place. | |
| Home can be such a terrible place | |
| When they won' t let you leave. | |
| When you don' t have the means. | |
| If I die in my sleep, will I dream before I do? | |
| And live this one final night in my desolate room. | |
| The room inside my head, ceilingless, fulfilling. | |
| If God can grant me this, then I might just go willing. |