We're Here, arrive.
And we're all so satisfied.
Air is clear
With the moon so white, It makes you wanna melt, but
Ohh ohh ohh
Shh shh shh
Marks you should've made
You heard right.
We belong to the skies of the night
Chest to chest,
The warmth of the fire.
In this beautiful world,
I've no stronger desire.
Oh oh oh
Shh shh shh
Marks you should've made
So take me away and render me down
Cause this Roman nomenclature for my body's legislature,
Can only be described as a shift in my human nature
And I feel alright
Yeah If you can survive by my hand
Then you'll be stronger in the end, my friend
Yeah In the hot dessert sun land
Well it belongs to no god,
That we spin.
credits
from Old Apologies, For Distant War Crimes,
released March 24, 2014
Ben Backus - Guitar, Bass, Samples, Percussion
Erin Nelligan - Vocals, Sass
Tommy Paradise - Drums
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