[Lyric] Forest Chord (The Pica Beats)

[Verse 1]
We’ll head off to [?] skies
It turns out the West is where the fables die
Ensure your surviving right
‘Cause you put the howl in the old wolf’s cry

And sharp is the pen once dull
The speaker will succumb to the coil’s pull
And it won’t make a sound no more
It sings for the East on the forest floor

[Chorus]
And you were fond
Of the way you could feel hard
And all the rest
Well, they like to strung [?]

[Verse 2]
So turn back and burn your wheels
And spin for your life on the cold hard steel
This is where you will rest your bones
The secret of life under thirty-odd stones
For the purpose of standing still
The speaker's got a gap that the bass won't fill
It'll try for your sound my war
It plays for the hills on a forest chord

[Chorus]
And you were fond
Of the way you could feel hard
And all the rest
Well, they like to strung recon

[Bridge]
Oh, woah-oh, oh
Oh, woah-oh, oh
Oh, woah-oh, oh
Oh, woah-oh, oh

Oh, woah-oh, oh
Oh, woah-oh, oh
Oh, woah-oh, oh
Oh, woah-oh, oh

[Outro]
So shake off the shadows in fall
Live out your winter with comets and call it
Before of softest of walls
So take on the look of the land
You built all your buildings, they're wilting and filling
The street's overflowing with sand

So shake off the shadows in fall
Live out your winter with comets and call it
Before of softest of walls

So take on the look of the land
You built all your buildings, they're wilting and filling
The street's overflowing with sand

The street's overflowing with sand
The street's overflowing with sand
The street's overflowing with sand
The street's overflowing with sand