Letra de 'Lament For Wasps' de Deafheaven

Frigid bedroom capture in a spring without desire
Harvesting brightness despite
Drawn to the heat, not the light

I lay steady
Stare at the ceiling waking fears of nothing
You lament for wasps
You glow cobalt
In the home of the friendliness

Another night spent fussing, feasting like the lords
Laughing at the fronting
Singing to the chords of hell imagined

In this perfect hour
Gasping in a sleepless kneel
Holding onto gleaming teal

I lay steady
Stare at the ceiling waking fears of nothing
You lament for wasps
You glow cobalt
In the home of the friendliness

Another night spent fussing, feasting like the lords
Laughing at the fronting
Singing to the chords of hell imagined

Lament for wasps
Cobalt blue
Once again this color sees an end