So when you die will you leave
Behind all the leaves
That were sewed to ourselves
With our mouths and the webs
Was it hard to retrieve
All the lines in the seeds
Do you love do you try
I don’t care it’s the sight

So let’s wash all the fear
Grow a hand in a mirror
With the lights on our skin
They say whoa never win
If you like to sew up
Then I wish you grow up
And take the lines from your face
Age so sweet, and replace
It’s the sound that I want
It’s the low belting call
It’s the science of my heart
It’s a house can we start

Well your mouth is a gun
Yeah your mouth is a gun (x7)