Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Stephens
Dylan Stephens
Songwriter
Adam South
Adam South
Songwriter

Lyrics

Comprehension the only real convenience Meaning my stock room's always leaking Meaning the hidden roads full of meeting points The bookshelf a pocket door Meaning everything has 2 meanings With all due respect, what I mean is This an exchange of goods The only thing the medium on Park Ave Told me is the front oak leaning a bit too close to the hood So I went and saw another one The return The flash The waste The way to say all that The return The flash The waste One way to say all that The return The return A quick rainstorm like setting back the clocks The Crops tarot cards a security camera A hermit, and a side profile of a neighborhood block She calls for recess with a loud knock She flipped the sun card like the switch of a knob I'm always in between two thoughts I can't get across The first is a signal-fading The second is getting home to see the tree fell right onto the top The return The flash The waste The way to say all that The return The flash The waste One way to say all that The return The return The return The return
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