Owls
Текст песни This Must Be How

This must be how I do not feel
This must be at the (???)
How everyone kinda feels
Like all the things are said over man's head

Like a masked man drives, look at it
Everybody end of line, the same city
This must be at the end of line
Where everyone kinda thinks

I heard within the length, but a shot might offense
Like never ending neon electricity
I'm startin' to think you can't see
You still are trust to be there

But I depend on it, rites of the fall
Looks like a greenhouse, or a spiting miss
Hittin' my noodle man, this must at the
Kind of life...