Southwesterlies To Southwesterly

Trading in our, our poor designs
Checking speech for some loaded line
We found out, about our sound
Dropping hints and the practiced ties
Thought about our, our crooked spines
Fingertips as the implements
Clever tricks for the complement
We found out, about our sounds
We found out about the sound that we made all this time
We've expired, we're languid and lamenting all the thoughts we hide

Common sense is a line now, faults and flaws are just fine now
Calm and sense is a line now

In from the westward, the cables line the way
And underneath our poor designs entrenched in a crowded fray
The cause sought out to disprove the endings that hide the truth
And the signature is forged and stamped partially through
The signature is forged and stamped partially through

Common sense is a line now, faults and flaws are just fine now
Calm and sense is a line now