Crimes - Cloud Creep lyrics
An oak with crooked leaves; Looks nothing like a tree. A floating bed of shall, Drifts over mercy falls. Cloud Creep. Cloud Creep. A lantern makes us squint. They washed our fingerprints. Our backpacks filled with charms. In the distance four alarms. Cloud Creep. Cloud Creep. (oooo---oooh; etc.)