ترانه:
Cursive Domestica

The furnace burns, the baby turns She cries when she's hungry The morning paper will knock the door To interrupt their slumbers Are you satisfied tonight

Swimming at night We've dug this hole The water's fine I wonder how far down it goes Down it goes... Down it goes... The stars above have lost their

I saw something I was not supposed to see A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me (The kitchen door was open a crack, So naively we peeked inside

A little bit closer, I know you're not bashful There, now that's not so bad, is it? So what was that secret? What did that prick whisper to you? Was

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame That once burned within these fists where defeat remains The night has fallen down the staircase... I need