OUR SUNDAY AFFAIRS LYRICS

"Defect To Juno"

Come winter mornings
Sketch some lines where my face should be
Heed not their warnings
This jadedness stems from complacency

I find the way I look increasingly concerning
My mind plays tricks on itself
But I realize that I'm still learning
I'm feeble but I'm young
It's perfect but I'm growing
The sands not shifting
My shapes not changing

Sixteen cynical
Stepping stones lead me home
Over oceans, valleys, and plains
I spoke to ghosts I learned their name
We sat by fires, stories spilling out their mouths
Of all the kids we used to know
And how we're doomed to haunt this house

We clung to treetops, waiting for the winter
It’s hard to admit but these bodies keep on growing thinner

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