Peek through the pines and you’ll find only rocks and quiet lies

You try to shake off your loss

Your heart moves. Sleep like a logarithm

She’s a lot like you, so preoccupied with trying to shake off her loss

Your heart moves. Sleep like a logarithm

So turn off your bright eyes

We are the parts of all your broken thoughts

You’ve lost. Your heart moves

Put them to sea with your real lives

You’ve lost. Your heart moves

So turn off your bright eyes and peel off the overdrive

We lost

We are the parts of all your broken thoughts