Oxygen Tent by Kowloon Walled City Lyrics

You can take out the bad air and seal the atmosphere
Get cold cloths for her aching head
As time slows for another year

Through all the small gods descending waving soft hands to lay
You never thought you wanted to escape
You never felt the weight
You never wanted to escape. Now you're a stranger

You can take back the faces and names
You'll hear their words again
You walked out of good grace
For quiet miles and better years

When the small gods descended
When they raised their hands
You never called it escape
You never felt the weight of poison in the air and good grace