Calico

Oh my god, state your will
Marigold stereo, who’s up still?
I seem like someone else
Holding back, making time, to crack this shell
Is it meant what isn’t said? Ride audio
Are these colours something that we choose?
Will I find descendants there repaired for me?
I will take it even if I lose
We spin sides, align these things
Buy the fruits, spin through my clip-on wings
Up all night, avoiding fights
Shoot me down in a dream, so I’d see
Heaven sent, courage spent curiosity
Run and find things that aren’t there
Calico, descendant of the company
Bite your tongue and let it take you there
Oh my god, state your will
Marigold stereo, who’s up still?
I seem like someone else
Holding back, making time, to crack this shell