Chorus Grant - Godplans

Fake night
In the skeletal aisle
I don't see what's coming
Skin grows over each bout
Strangers look godly
Familiar in the mouth

Skull windows coughing out God plans
Blood red rusting up
It's the smallest room
When I'm with you
On another moon

I'm in a flowering cab line
I'm wondering what to do
You're the hole in my forearm
But you could never be true

Skin grows over every fight
There's a death sentence stuck to our window
Just tune out mine the most

Skull windows coughing out God plans
Blood red and rusted up
But whatʼd you think I'd do

I'm in a flowering cab line
Iʼm wondering what to do
Mirror's talking turning into you
You're the hole in my forearm
But you could never be true
You make your way through strangers in a room

Written by:
Camilla Munck,, Karen Duelund, Kristian Finne, Michael Lindberg,

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Lyrics © Tambourhinoceros ApS

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