"Wheaton Calling" lyrics - BURNING AIRLINES

Planted in the sweet spot for the sound,
That keeps us sleeping safe 'til dawn.
You fit yourself for cracks to slip into.
I fit myself for exits and I'm gone.

Repeat times ten.
We're happy again.
Sinking where you lay.

Window, envelopes, and monotone.
Claim your prize it's overdue.
It takes a nerve to claim the intellect;
To crane your neck out of a cushioned tomb.

Repeat times ten.
We're happy again.
Sinking where you lay.

Fix in position and purchase,
Submerging insurgents inaudible,
Permanent grip from the inside.
We're the wrong side.

Fix our position and purchase,
Submerging insurgents inaudible,
Permanent grip from the inside.
We're the wrong side.

Repeat times ten.
We're happy again.
Sinking where you lay.

Repeat times ten.
We're happy again.
Sinking where you lay.

Happy again.
Happy again.
Happy again.