D.C.:
I’ve been freezing here in DC
These bitter faces have been slowly numbing me
Can you bring the warmth from Cali
I’d wrap your gaze around me
Melt this apathy

I feel your presence in a microscopic way
Knock me out with a shiver
Pull me in through your breath

Hold me close until the vastness comes in view
Cuz out here’s been nothing nothing nothing
There’s a part of me that still exists in you
That makes me feel like something something something

We’ll take a trip off to the desert
The emptiness resembles me the irony
Escaping influential weather
Winds that blew us from the place we used to be

I feel your presence in a microscopic way
Knock me out with a shiver
Pull me in through your breath

Hold me close until the vastness comes in view
Cuz out here’s been nothing nothing nothing
There’s a part of me that still exists in you
That makes me feel like something something something

Holy Space Cadet Prodrome:
Hope in moderation
They tell her it’s all in jest
Golden guilt and palaces
Wait for her to rest

To start again
The jig is up
A new angle 
To fill their cup

Holy space cadet prodrome
Sold the fuel to get us home
Engines failed its looking grim
Houston we’ve got a problem
Holy space cadet has won
Disregard how engines run
Keeping faith in magic men
Houston we’ve got a problem

Why so mad it’s all a test
Your giving up this silver chest
With silver spoons and rose perfumes
You’re losing faith we’ll have to

Start again
The jig is up
A new angle 
To fill their cup

Holy space cadet prodrome
Sold the fuel to get us home
Engines failed its looking grim
Houston we’ve got a problem
Holy space cadet has won
Disregard how engines run
Keeping faith in magic men
Houston we’ve got a problem

Time to fill your cup
Your cup
Time to fill your cup
Your cup

Holy space cadet prodrome
Sold the fuel to get us home
Engines failed its looking grim
Houston we’ve got a problem
Holy space cadet has won
Disregard how engines run
Keeping faith in magic men
Houston we’ve got a problem

Quiet Covers Up A Lot:
Would you place your gentle hand
Around the edge of the table so
I don’t slam
My head might bleed these thoughts
Stains of red clashing with our white t-shirts 

Can you hold these feelings
Can I hold these feelings
Can I show these feelings
Yeah I’ll show these feelings

Hey yeah
Quiet covers up a lot
So I’ll try moving 
These lips to make imperfect sounds
Hey yeah
Not being fine can still be fine
So I’ll try moving 
These lisp to make imperfect sounds

DNA in a microscope 
Hematologists display the strands of code
Analyze all the black decay
Cut away the fray
What will the morning hold

Can you hold these feelings
Can I hold these feelings
Can I show these feelings
Yeah I’ll show these feelings

Hey yeah
Quiet covers up a lot
So I’ll try moving 
These lips to make imperfect sounds
Hey yeah
Not being fine can still be fine
So I’ll try moving 
These lisp to make imperfect sounds

Just a practical smile
With a practical car
Drive at a practical speed
While everything is on fire
You said some practical things
I’m taking practical notes
We’re forcing perfect life scenes
I learned in fake magazines
I learned in fake magazines
I learned to fake

Hey yeah
Quiet covers up a lot
So I’ll try moving these lips to make imperfect thoughts
Hey yeah
Quiet covers up a lot
So I’ll try moving these lisp to make imperfect sounds
To make imperfect thoughts
To make imperfect sounds

Quiet Covers Up A Lot

Holy Space Cadet Prodrome

D.C.

James Alexander Rank: Guitars, production, composition, mixing. 
Francisco O'Corno: Bass guitar
Franz Hahnrei: Drums, percussion.
Ruth Kornulo: Cello.

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