Laika. Falling Down. Zeneszám

They?re moving out boxes
Piled in the hall
Birthday gifts and houses
Redirect them all

I need it like water
I love it like air
But I am the girl stuck
In your underwear

Walk into nighttime
No more than a name
Baggage and raindrops
Feeding the flames

Like footprints in fresh snow
I?m easy to see
Seemingly hoping
For moss to grow on me

Watching and willing at you
Intoxicating
Injury as something to do
All reciprocating

Still in the same skin
All the old clothes
Nothing changing
Nothing to know

A point in the distance
A drop of a man
Bet double or nothing
And never understand

Watching and willing at you
Intoxicating
Injury as something to do
All reciprocating