​untitled by Thanksgiving Lyrics

If everything is alright
We'll have a time talking
We'll have nosebleed seats
Beside his feet
Laying there, candied beach
With their open knees

All endurers settle up
With your bullseyes
All endurers settle up
With your bullseyes

I believe in a life surprise
Making other people cry
Seeing very cautiously
That's your vision, isn't fleeting
Making portions of your state
Turn to potions for a figure's taste
That's the hardest part of grace
That's the other meanest place
All endurers settle up
With your bullseyes
All endurers settle up
With your bullseyes