Sanoja: Maritime. Aren't We All Found Out.

In the wave of car alarms, windows, doors and broken arms.
We don't need any food it harms us, everything we do.
Yea my hands are sensitive, if I move my legs will surely give.
I can't get away from how you touch me.

In the bath or the kitchen, aren't we all found out in the places that were ugly.
We are all figured out.

When the movie stops were listening, we'd miss it if we jog our memory.
We keep looking because we need to let down, we are presently.
Go to war for medicine, piano bruise forget again.
The unbelievers humble us. Everybody.

In the bath or the kitchen, aren't we all found out in the places were ugly.
Were all figure out.
Is that why you love me? In all these places we're ugly and found out.
We're all found out. We're all figured out.
Aren't we all found out? Aren't we all found?