Drown Ink

Thanks for these new sheets
But I've been hanging fire from your everyday
The knack for the fixed
Been holding water then you're snatched away

Bells and whistles make the man
Like you're a hop head, waiting to happen
A welcome waiting to offend
Who will buy the farm?

The sheep with the longing to share
The sheep with the longing to share
The sheep with the longing to share

My fellow and gone chiefs
Costumes make us who we are
My fellow and gone chiefs
Costumes make us who we are

My fellow and gone chiefs
Costumes make us who we are
My fellow and gone chiefs
Costumes make us who we are

So much farther than Myanmar
You will always hold true in my heart

To escape the customary cycles of parables
The world begins anew and we are inseparable
They said you brought light
The doors are always open

My fellow and gone chiefs
Costumes make us who we are
My fellow and gone chiefs
Costumes make us who we are

So much farther than Myanmar
You will always hold true in my heart