[Lyric] Go To Canada (String Machine)

I miss those nights I'd be in by nine
And we only smoked on Wednesday nights
Before the organ tones from the cathedral
Poked pinholes in the ceiling
We were buzzing from the floorboards and the ceiling fans
And we approached the stain glass with our jaws relaxed
Singing our blank verses
That we held so dear to our dreary hearts

Glasses of half drank merlot
Cauldron of skeleton sketches
Ripped from notеbooks he owns

Go to Canada
(And they say)
Go to Canada

Can we think of ways that wе can integrate from within
And melt into silver speakers to mash away our sins?

And friend, I still love you
Despite the sugar seeping from your head
The psychoactive stimulant that we
Grew a tolerance to when we were children
But I remember chasing you around
The playground
My head split and my brain unravelled
We were just little kids
With nowhere to live
So we found holes in the ground to inhabit

Now the neighbor has lost his dog
After falling down the stairs
And he still calls the cops
Despite us being quiet now
Just to show he's still there

Go to Canada
Can we think of ways that we can integrate from within
And melt into silver speakers to mash away our sins?