Inanight

Is everything under control?
Is everything okay?
Of course it is
What are you talking 'bout?
Course it is
What are you talking about?

The flowers bloom in their eyes
The butterflies are in their stomachs
We've become a majority
And we're terrified of ourselves
(Terrified)
Psychedelia
Is consuming us
Our hair grows long
And our mind becomes delicate
I don't know
Be my wife
I love you
Or maybe
I love life
And you're just a part of it
Try not to think about that
Try not to think about that
Try not to think...

(True romance is dead)



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Chilton
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