A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
A.C. Newman
Stop twisting your words into shapes
Shapes you can only make out when you squint
Traveling with heads full of myth
Our submarine pulls into Stockholm
La la la la...
I'll stop
It was one in a series of
One in a series of
Highlights and holy loaves
One in a series
Go
Forget yourself, he's somewhere else
Few have the luxury of b-sides
No, but I do, I got buckets full
Our submarine pulls into Stockholm
La la la la...
I'll stop
It was one in a series of
One in a series of
Highlights and holy loaves
One in a series
Go
Up the third goes, down with the day
Continents away we bless our ship
We do what it says, kick with our legs
Our submarine pulls into Stockholm
La la la la...
I'll stop
It was one in a series of
One in a series of
Highlights and holy loaves
One in a series
Go
Our submarine pulls into Stockholm