Making Good
Lyrics
The whispers of domestic things
Of the light and the static things
I'm buried
I'm buried in the noise
Just making good to miss
Who am I and who was I?
Feel like this doesn't fit
Calling from that place again
Calling, calling
Who am I and who was I then?
In the noise
The words inside I told you know
The words of mine will never go
Calling from that place again
Calling, calling
Who am I and who was I then?
In the noise
The whispers of domestic things
Of the light and the static things
I'm buried
I'm buried in the noise
Just making good to miss
Who am I and who was I?
Feel like this doesn't fit
Calling from that place again
Calling, calling
Who am I and who was I then?
In the noise
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