everything is staticnnsince thatnnso what i’ve becomennnnthe dark rooms of your fathernnjust can’t overwhelmnnnnat dawn we might be carefulnnfor our love it might risennat the end of the snownnnnat dawn we might be quietnnfor our bones they might restnnat the end of the snownnnnthe dark room we left furthernnthrough the woods.nnnnyou ‘ve been scarednnas tons of christians feared the lionsnnin the coliseum and criednnfor solitudennnnand Everything was madennto waste the best of what they had in storennnneverything is staticnni’m after everythingnnjust staring at the basement ofnnthis fallnnnnyou’ve been tryinnnto waste the best of what i had in store