Prawn
Questions for Dome Chomsky
The sounds from the old house
The smell of my own breath
Or the closing of the back door
I don't know how I didn't see this coming

You made us leave so we walked through the cold night
(It's not the first time)
You've let this family down
(It should be the last time)
I know you can change

Come on now, you know that it's useless to try and reach out for your future