Red Danes ft. Saint Sleep Lyrics

Floated down the path away from gimmicks

What kind of bitter taste is that I'm drinking?

I'm almost ready to get the sixth golden ticket

About to win it, yeah, cannot stop thinking

Tired of the stuff my brain is making up

These things are the germs that make my life rough

I just want the thoughts of past to be done

Walk on a dream like Empire of the Sun

Standing on the shore

Waiting for the ship in call

There's something in the way I move that keeps them on their own

Standing on the shore

Waiting for the ship in call

There's something in the way I move that keeps them on their own

Welcome to the dreamland

Write all the pictures I'm the Sandman

Always raining in my sky box Lips soft like a cloud

Lift off, I been trapped inside this DOSBox

Don't wanna play no war games

Don't wanna wait till its thermonuclear winter

Win or lose you still can't render all your limbs

Needing some RAM, I'm getting wet

I'm overheating I can't even function without overthinking

the way that I'm living, I'm getting a visit from all of my prior convictions

Standing on the shore

Waiting for the ship in call

There's something in the way I move that keeps them on their own

Standing on the shore

Waiting for the ship in call

There's something in the way I move that keeps them on their own