death cult paradise - Trace Mountains

Trying vainly to imagine

I listen close

And I stupidly try to recognize

Shapes across a hazy sea

Only in the night I can rest my eyes

What do you think of tonight?

It’s Christmas Eve and I’m asleep

Dreaming stupid feelings that were never based on anything

I got work in the morning

Don’t matter that its boring

Do you think that I’m boring?

Wanna see it in the morning?

Sleepy eyed, comin' back from death cult paradise