Gronlandic Edit

Nihilists with good imaginations

I am satisfied

Hiding in our friend's apartment

Only leaving once a day

To buy some groceries

Daylight, I'm so absent-minded

Nighttime, meeting new anxieties

So, am I erasing myself?

Hope I'm not erasing myself

I guess it would be nice to give my heart to a god

But which one, which one do I choose?

Ah, the church is filled with losers, psycho or confused

I just want to hold the divine in mine

And forget (Forget, forget, forget, forget)

All of the beauty's wasted

Let's fall back to Earth and do something pleasant

Say it, we fell back to Earth like gravity's bitches

Physics makes us all its bitches

Guess it would be nice to help in your escape

From patterns your parents designed

All the party people dancing for the indie star

But he's the worst faker by far in the set

I forget (Forget, forget, forget, forget)

All of the beauty's wasted

I guess it would be nice

Show me that things can be nice

I guess it would be nice (You're trapped)

Show me that things can be nice

You've got my back in the city

You've got my back 'cause I don't want to panic

You've got my back in the city

You've got my back 'cause I don't want to panic