Cheap bed, in the red,
Sleep the words out of your head.
Cold floor, nice and raw,
Eat the meat that’s on the floor.
High tide, some disguise,
Loving makes the cream taste nice.
New shore, final score,
Fresh demand, I’m wanting more.

This might not last too long,
So always take it.
This might not last too long,
So take it.

Reasons, reasons were here from the start,
It’s my instinction; it’s my instinction.
Reasons, reasons are part of the art,
It’s my instinction; it’s my instinction.

You cry justify,
But deep beneath the feelings lie.
Photo, looking old,
Memory makes the day feel cold.
They’ve gone, sing your song,
Walk the flow, ah, too slow.
Post boom, second doom,
Stealing cake to eat the moon.