Faker
ANDREW WYATT BLAKEMORE, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG
Last call for everything
A pool of emmalines delirious
She lingers like a chain
It's more than grave but not to serious
Send your reverie to me
Faker
Into the mouth of green morning
Faker
I am so wide awake
The wind is moving blossoms through the door
It's more than I can take
But half as much as what it was before
Send your reverie to me
Faker
Into the mouth of green morning
Faker