Exit Row

Won't do for sticker packs Touch base on the sweet instead And there, back to the wild Recognise when it could be death Close the door, uncock your head Relay, notes on a soul, let it rain down Gate keep us all Just no way of keeping the feeling to myself Could be you, locked in a stranger as well But that end of your world drama-man Is end of the sun, get it right Still so much control here in the retold To float on blow up bed Light years from the shit you said To revisit the science, Z and Y, won't make up your mind Just no way of keeping the feeling to myself Could be you, locked in a stranger as well But that end of your world drama-man Is end of the sun, get it right Just no way of keeping the feeling to myself Is that you, locked in a stranger as well? But now, how'd I get home here, drama-man You don't want to know you silhouette