i've seen moss covered stumps in dying light

taking on shapes 

black wooden mythologies 

i know a place

hovering silence from you is a giveaway

squalor and smoke's not your style 

"i don't like this place" 

we better go

there’s some things that i should never

laugh about in front of family 

in a week we’ll be together 

try to call you when i’m landed 

i need my girl