You hide behind lines, a dust jacket
Soon I'll uncover, and read your messy writing
So it's time to find the veins of your body
If we step through the doorway
The world is a bed frame
She leads me from mountains to seas
Descending and dizzy
My head spins around, our bodies at ease
Sobered sound
Of so burnt out
Searching your story, bound together by the spine
So it's time to line the veins of your body
If we step through the door... wait
The world is a bed frame
She leads me from mountains to seas
Descending and dizzy
My head spins around, our bodies at ease
Ohh...
The world is a bed frame
She leads me from mountains to seas
Descending and dizzy
My head spins around, our bodies at ease

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