Infatuated with the phantoms in my bedroom
We are floating in delusion
We suffocate in fruit juice
We'll dance until the moon hides
And cry until the sun dies
Days on repeat
An infinite state of confusion
What do the stars see
Its an infinite loop and its useless
Infatuated with the phantoms in my bedroom
We're floating in delusion
We suffocate in fruit juice
We'll dance until the moon hides
And cry until the sun dies
Watch the wind blow with a kaleidoscope
The ground, it crumbles below us
Spiderwebs as strands of hair, it will disguise us
Steal the stars and become dust, they will despise us
