Tekster: Letters To Cleo. Go!. Disappear.

What would you do for me my sweet cherubic baby?
Ideally way up high and lovely
But I had a thought that I'm not waiting for you anymore
I'm astral crystalline pure though

You could disappear tomorrow
Who would care?
It's not like the retribution would end there
You could disappear

Tell us a story tell us all about your Heavenly life
In detail and don't leave out a word I'm listening
All growed up stepford son, don't ever change and don't go away
Too quiet ever to be heard but

You could disappear tomorrow
Who would care?
It's not like retribution would end there
You could disappear tomorrow
But just let me make it clear

So keep your eyes down low and keep very still
Just keep your eyes down low and keep very still
Just keep your eyes down low and keep very still
Hands up