Licking my lips
Still tastes like oatmeal
Licking my lips
Still tastes like oatmeal

Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes
The histories and stories that are never spoken
My empty soul is screaming out
I'm starting out in the world of pandemonium

Back in the days
Hands on the deck
Struck in my head
I don't know why

Licking my lips
Still tastes like your lips
Licking my lips
Still tastes like your lips

Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes
The histories and stories that are never spoken
My empty soul is screaming out
Just starting out in the world of pandemonium

As I come down from the above
I know the ones are gone from here forever
Uncrowned life
A westbound sign
I saw deerhounds running wild again
Again
Again
Again