Lyrics:
Thursday Five Stories Falling Ep

Write these words back down inside We have burned their villages and all the people in them died And we adopt their customs and everything they say

and then you fold So we stay on the open road We drive for hours and still no end in sight at all Driving in your car Miss the stop sign Fall in

left. until midnight. nine chances to drown ourselves in black hair dye eight faces turned away from the shock: seven windows and six of them were locked. five stories falling