The Acorn
Текст песни Feral Chile

it started with a seed
it formed the worst of me
marked by tongues and seeds
of cold tranquility
but things are getting better

with lust and spoonfuls of pity
you turned this heart into a city
pirates in the streets
your loves kept underneath
things are getting better
things are getting better

of all the sails you said you carry by your sides
it didnt miss the wind or the daily dice
and everything you did
couldnt keep me any further from the truth
no, everything you did
couldnt keep me any further from the proof
things are getting better
things are getting better
yeah, things are getting better
curse the love you left in this city
curse the love you left in this city
curse the love you left in this city
curse the love you left in this city
curse the love you left in this city
curse the love you left in this city
curse the love you left in this city
oh curse the love you left in this city