Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Stephens
Songwriter
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
Writer(s): Adam South, Dylan Stephens
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