Sanoja: Maritime. Other. Pearl.

We begin with singletons, sages, and the onionskin on
Those of heart beat back the buried sunshine
Yeah, That's how it is.
Aggressive summers
Broken windows, silence
Breaks the coming thunder.
Aren't we silly filled with hope and bandages?

Oh oh (oh oh)
All our lives in pearls
Oh oh (oh oh)
All our afternoons sitting on setting suns
If there's really nothing going wrong
Then there's really nothing going on.

We have eyes of stealing will, we are born
To kill and we will.
All our muscles, ruffled feathers are fear

Here completely. It beats me, keeps me and
Leaves me like a love.
Aren't we silly filled with hope and bandages?

Oh oh (oh oh)
All our lives in pearls
Oh oh (oh oh)
All our afternoons setting on setting suns
If there's really nothing going wrong
Then there's really nothing going on

Oh oh oh

You and me
And everyone
Everyone that we know knows it's done
Aren't we silly filled with hope and bandages?

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Cant's are filled with walls
Cant's are filled with walls