Lyrics:

Its crippling
Never really knowing
They're huddling where its always nice

And plus there is a flame
Of frail and trippy hearts
And swallowed, being small and being still
Following wherever you will

Look at them
Theyre sensitive
And they inch out
Look at them

And plus there is a flame
Of frail and trippy hearts
And swallowed, being small and being still
Following wherever you will