bloody palms

Phantogram

She's at a loss
And I'm dead wrong
Someday I'll come to miss you

Why'd I arm the bombs?
Wide eyes and holes
Someday I'll pull my teeth out

I see you later in the nighttime
Where all the colors all dark are glowing
We don't really get along
We get down, we get down
I see you later in the moonlight
But all the colors are softly fading
We don't really want to die
We get down, we get down

Why'd I arm the bombs?
Wide eyes and holes
Someday I'll pull my teeth out