Pacific//Hotline - Santa Cruz lyrics

Open space Camera phone Keys misplaced Dial tone Are you the sum of all your fears When you're dying alone Or are you made of stone? Overdose the sun Has left us comatose And blind to none Through the sand we comb For another day Then we'll be on our way Home Don't make a sound Just hold your breath until the sun goes down If you should run aground Just disappear and then you turn around Open gate Frames disowned Half-empty gla** Of that spirit you've loaned And if you shutter it away Does it become a great unknown A king without a throne Overdose the sun The belt was pointed like A makeshift gun Through the sand we comb For another day And do we have to stay Home Don't make a sound Just hold your breath until the sun goes down If you should run aground Just disappear and then you turn around Is there a fix for what is broken? All that's left is best unspoken You can hear them When you're hiding in your room The monsters overhead And the things they've built A house, a pen, a tomb All they can take from you Don't make a sound Just hold your breath until the sun goes down If you should run aground Just disappear and then you turn around Don't make a sound Just hold your breath until the sun goes down If you should run aground Just disappear and then you turn around Is there a fix for what is broken? All that's left is best unspoken