Market and Black (feat. Tennis)

Please don't regret Out like a bird that won't fly Please be yourself Follow the sound that won't echo then die Follow the heat that seeks to be warm Seek all the winters deep in your thorns Oh, mark it in black Spray all your images bleeding and cracked Wash all these walls Carpet and clutter stink up the halls Echo your inside, hollow and grey Carried your voice so far away Cloud cover traced over the ceiling A little fever in the feeling Out on the corner where I met you Market and black Like a mover remaining unmoved A believer living without proof Like a prayer that lingers on my lips Turns an open palm into a fist Daydreaming, but cut it out fast Into a cold wind blowing me right back Like a curtain shadowing a room Curls along the edges of market and black Please be yourself Follow the sound that won't echo then die