How I crave the way the world spins under me,
But I sleep instead
Grip a shallow shake,
With crippled company
Who speak in my head
The more messes I made,
The closer I came home
From my roam
Understoods are few,
Though I'm speaking in simple tongue

Copaface
Now find my way back home

How I crave the wind the world gives spinning,
Though I dream instead
South shallow song my box is closing
Over my head
Binge;
Purge all day
Fuck strangers,
I'll never know
How cold
Understoods are few,
So I'm speaking in difficult tongue

Copaface
Now find my way back home