Into the Bleak Wide Open

A season lost inside the bleak wide open
A massive field of static and strange flora
Heaven is no place
Heaven is no place, my dear
Heaven is no place in that bleak wide open
Some days I can feel it fade away
Into nothing, baby
Frantic, streaming down the left side
like I'm Batshuayi
The tundra calls to me in Esperanto
It's like dancing through an Ansel, dazed and alone
I will be there soon
in the hinterlands with you
We will be there soon
in that bleak wide open
Some days I can feel it fade away
Into nothing, baby
Frantic, streaming down the left side
like I'm Batshuayi
Were you kissed on the lips by a new gloom?
La santísima
Frantic, screaming on a shot two-way radio to nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Carlos J. Ruiz Iii
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