Letterhead - New England Lyrics

Your arms were laid out like a box in hand
This one's, forward, this insolent skin
And she's offsides
The trouble's getting two left feet into space
Caught up, with covering up
This is running on empty
Waiting for what
In this hotel lobby

I know she loves New England
She doesn't get the chill
From where, she gets it
Restitute, let's, pull the curtains
Give me a waking reason
We shouldn't run this dry
The things I can't convey
It's effortless
So I'll throw it all away

My gold
You prospect I'm some
Bleak interim of sorts
I've killed the landing
And we've bombed the ambience from out the door
Who watered down in passion
The ambrose on reply
That was the best of it
The only cliff
Within my limits

Sink low
My heart
Coursing through my phantom veins
Mind's a messy interstate

Although
I'll start
The expert
When I hit the worst
Then how is this going to work
It must've been me

Oh inland underbrush, let's
Wade in and out of trends
Sporadic sympathy
Through dividends and false pretenses
I never got an answer
Your rationale omits
My consequences idle
All that was
And all that is

Sink low
My heart
Coursing through my phantom veins
Mind's a messy interstate

Although
I'll start
The expert
When I hit the worst
Then how is this going to work
It must've been me
Yeah well it must've been me

Wind me up, and I'm defective
Give me life and nothing else
I don't ask for much from nature
I'm just naturally unkept

Life was laid out like a box in hand
Behind, the eyelids, a dangerous wit
Stuck on the wrong side
My inhibitions of this empty place
Brought up, covered it up
To leave it all behind