Verse N.C. There's a kind and immediate hushing N.C. There's a setting enveloped in cold N.C. Withered down to our base and components N.C. We are naked, at rest, and alone In the drone of the open air, yawning Couldn't help but feel any less small In these days we will wear the same blanket In these days we feel nothing ... at all Interlude: (x3) Verse N.C. When the floor was all littered with pictures N.C. Like the floor it was drenched in the thaw N.C. I was grasping to stay in the present N.C. But you're naked and slipped when I saw Little bird on the side of the sidewalk Sings me here from the comfort and pain In the view of the soft and uncertain And I promise that I'll do the same And it sounded like something you'd say Interlude: (x3) Verse If we spin without compass in circles Will we fall in the same exact place? Outro When this began, this was a thing, that we could both share A bit of shade, the goodness fades, and we'd begin there When this began, this was a thing that we could both share A bit of shade, the goodness fades, and we'd begin there And we'd begin there