Milk White Air - Josh Tillman

«There's only one place I’ve been

Besides here, besides here

If that’s what you want to hear»

Said the cat-scratch knees

To the pulled-back hair…

Why don’t we go out there?

Why don’t we go out there now?

Why don’t we go out there?

Why don’t we go out there…

Something black, something pale

Wrapped in stone, the milk white air

Why don’t we go up there?

Why don’t we go up there now?

Why don’t we go up there?

Why don’t we go up there now?