How I crave the way the world spins under me,   But I sleep instead.   Grip a shallow shake,   With crippled company...   Who speak in my head.   The more messes I made,   The closer I came home...   From my roam.   Understoods are few,   Though im speaking in simple tongue.      Copaface.   Now find my way back home.      How I crave the wind the world gives spinning,   Though I dream instead.   South shallow song my box is closing...   Over my head   Binge;   Purge all day.   Fuck strangers,   I'll never know.   How cold.   Understoods are few,   So I'm speaking in difficult tongue.      Copaface.   Now find my way back home.