From Chambers, Slow Letra

It dominates the lawn and it doesn't seem right
It played out like that
But you won't hear me complain 'cause it don't look bad

Would you trust your life
To traffic lights
And strangers' hands
Near every night?
I'll sing in time
With the crashing cars
And all sounds that carry
To my front yard
And I will be the one who knows what's coming to me
I'm gonna know, I'll know, I'll know what's coming to me

If I were a ghost, I'd fuck with everybody I know
Shake the walls on each house
And each attic above so keep your ear to the ground

I'd carve "hello" into the rafter with a bent-up fork
So you can read it next time
You go up there to push something out of sight and mind

Would you trust your life
To traffic lights
And strangers' hands
Near every night?
I'll sing in time
With the crashing cars
And all sounds that carry
To my front yard
And I'll be the one who knows what's coming to me
I'm gonna know, I'll know, I'll know what's coming to me

Bullets may fly
From chambers, slow
But straight and steady
So still they go
And weave around
Houses and trees
In search of you
In search of me
And I'll be the one who knows what's coming to me
I'm gonna know, I'll know, I'll know what's coming to me