Letters To The Far Reaches Paroles

I'm afraid



Now I'm left with a mess

I'm way too overdressed for casual guests in time

They've all always got to be leaving

All the long long times



Sometimes we fight

And I don't treat my stomach right

Every night
the eyes or words.



Flickering on, sad to see the season

Come and gone away

My black-eyed friends couldn't stay

My black-eyed friends couldn't stay

My black-eyed friends couldn't stay