Riddled With Ticks - This Is The Kit

Riddled with ticks, and squinting to see

We shook ourselves

We shook ourselves, we shook ourselves free

And whipped by the wind

Sand-stung and scree

We headed for, we made our way, we rolled into the sea

I know what is true

I know what is truth

I know what is truth, what is truth, what is truth

And I will fight you, I will fight you

Will fight you, will fight you, will fight you —

Will lose

Then patches of heat in between the breeze

We dried ourselves, we dressed ourselves

We set ourselves free

And honest and true

His beauty was you

Will blame me, as I will blame you

And I will fight you, I will fight you

Will fight you, will fight you, will fight

You will lose

Riddled with ticks, and squinting to see

We shook ourselves

We shook ourselves, we shook ourselves free