Quince lyrics

Song information

Artist: Fair To Midland
Album: Inter.Funda.Stifle

Lyrics

You could've been raised in africa
We lacked in our vigor, been an "x" on the calendar
Losing our cool in antarctica, so I put my coat on 'ya
The breeze was light burgundy

I have an army suited and ready for you to simply take a bite and steer
We're more than prepared to fight this unfair
All you need do is tease your taste and steer

Your crimes are not mine or theirs, weary from the wear you invent
I forget for some time, I've been underground and dug to the sound of your breath