Gronlandic Edit

(The surrealists were just) nihilists with good imaginations



I am satisfied hiding in our friend's apartment

Only leaving once a day to buy some groceries

Daylight I'm so absent minded nighttime meeting new anxieties

So am I erasing myself? Hope I'm not erasing myself



I guess it would be nice to give my heart to a god

But which one which one do I choose?

Oh the church is filled with losers, psycho or confused

I just want to hold the divine in mine and forget all of the beauty's wasted



Let's fall back to earth and do something pleasant

We fell back to earth like gravity's bitches

Physics makes us all its bitches



I guess it would be nice to help in your escape

From patterns your parents designed

All the party people dancing for the indie star

But he's the worst faker by far

In the set I forget all of the beauty's wasted



Guess it could be nice show me that things can be nice

You've got my back in the city you've got my back

'Cause I don't want to panic