About Every 12 Hours - Kids These Days

after this, it’s back to bed

say goodnight to sleepyhead

the dreams are whispers in your eyes

stay awake for small tides

i’m asking for the last dance

is it true i stood a chance?

the things you buried in the woods

trees are calling pretty good

maybe the answers are locked to the tides

you compel like the moon

with melodious tunes

i lay down to extinguish the thought

after this, it’s back to bed

say goodnight to sleepyhead

the dreams are whispers in your eyes

stay awake for small tides

i’m asking for the last dance

is it true i stood a chance?

the things you buried in the woods

trees are calling pretty good

maybe they want another guy

to act like the moon

with melodious tunes

i lay down to extinguish the thought

it’s a lot

it’s a lot you can’t resist

i lay down before i’m missed

it’s a lot you’re rather sure

i can stop anytime

oh disease, how’d you find us?

oh machine, don’t remind us