Kites and intestines
Tangled in branches
I'm spilling my guts
To to the gutless
Skin meadow, skin meadow
Skin meadow, skin meadow
Skin meadow, skin meadow
Skin meadow, skin meadow
Skin meadow, skin meadow
Skin meadow, skin meadow
Skin meadow, skin meadow
Skin meadow, skin meadow
Skin meadow, skin meadow
Stitch the sky to treetops
I talk my stomach in knots
There's no room on the roadside
For any more memorials
Lord, I reject regret
And repent for getting so forgetful
(Skin meadow, skin meadow)
Forgivе me for giving
(Skin meadow, skin meadow)
A shit, a shit
(Skin mеadow, skin meadow)
Oh shit
I'm looking
Forward to
Looking back
On this
On this