Lyrics

yesterday left me feeling
confused about our location
chilled straight to the bone,
we're fragile, wings broken

it's january, months to go
will we make it out alive,
I don't know..
it's january, months to go
will we make it out alive,
I don't think so..

she says "spit it out",
he says "I can't,
its stuck in my fingers,
the walls, they disappear with the lights off.."
"lets sleep with the lights on"

I can't decide where I should be tonight
warm in my bed or fifteen hundred miles south