Nigel & The Dropout
Текст песни Consent For Lent

Technically we still came out ahead
Somewhere between here and my aching fucking head
Full in color but empty inside, we appear absolute but misaligned

Speak to me my starving soul, crave my hands
and watch them throw you for a loop and off the edge

With a broken voice on a telephone
You look for a place to call alone
I am here, I am near and I won't say no

In a familiar drug sick state of grace
Where a beautiful song is a beautiful place

Supposedly we still came out ahead
Somewhere between here and what wasn't said
Full in color but empty inside, we appear absolute but misaligned

Speak to me my starving soul, crave my hands
and watch them throw you for a loop and off the edge

With a broken voice on a telephone
You look for a place to call alone
I am here, I am near and I won't say no


Getting lost is not a waste of time
If you find a space and pace of mind

Getting lost is not a waste of time
If you find a space and pace of mind
Try so hard to moments waste
Just to feel a colors taste
Speak to me
Speak to me
Speak to me