Lletres: Passion Pit. Manners. To Kingdom Come.

That's a frosty way to speak
To tell me how to live next to your potpourri
All this talking pulls my teeth
I believed in you, so you believed in

Me, I cried out, "God", you dared me in the dark
I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark
So now I hide in piles of princely orange peels
It feels the way you told me how it'd always feel

Once I had a name to claim
I scraped on the walls like an orthodox saint
I wish for the same old things
That turn me inside out, hearing is the strain, it's a game

Me, I cried out, "God", you dared me in the dark
I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark
So now I hide in piles of princely orange peels
It feels the way you told me how it'd always feel

Never have I ever been
Clutching at your hair to cure you of some sin
But that's the kind of state I'm in
Swimming in a pool of godly medicine

"Come, come," I hear it calling me
Yelling like if ever there was someone
Who could make things heavenly again
Feel alive

Me, I cried out, "God", you dared me in the dark
I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark
So now I hide in piles of princely orange peels
It feels the way you told me how it'd always feel

Me, I cried out, "God", you dared me in the dark
I felt a hush fall quietly from my spark
So now I hide in piles of princely orange peels
It feels the way you told me how it'd always feel