Music: Call Super
Lyrics: Eden Samara
Constellation
Awkward
Delusions
Jaundiced
Faded, the middle of performance
Layers upon layers
Falls love, love
Your taste concealed
Layers on layers on layers on
Layers, your taste concealed
These are the branches
Between the spaces
These are the open doors
A gut full of foundings
A garden of sap-sap-saplings
When we'll see
Then we'll see
These are the spaces
These are the open doors to houses and trees
Layers on layers on layers
On layers on layers
These pipes are all made up from washes of glue
Can you see?
Can you see?
Do you see?
Layers on layers on layers on layers
Can you see right through me?