Текстове на песни: Late Night Alumni. Of Birds, Bees, Butterflies, Etc.. Uncharted.

It's half-hearted and complicating the way they've imparted
Now isn't the best of all our days
But we've started and now it's too late to say
This uncharted place is too precarious to stay

I'm unknown so, so I keep my head low
It's beneath me with all my ducks in a row
If they ask me I'll tell them I didn't know
If they ask say eventually we'll reap what they have sown

It's a clash, it's rash
We're caged, up-staged
When they switch-back we say it's too fast
We rage, anxiously engaged

We just take it like we take it off the top
And full-circle, we're there before we'd ever really thought
They just fake it, nobody asks them to stop
It's uncharted, I changed my mind, decided that it's not

It's a clash, it's rash
And we're caged, up-staged
When they switch-back we say it's too fast
We rage, anxiously engaged

It's a clash, it's rash
And we're caged, up-staged
When they switch-back we say it's too fast
We rage, anxiously engaged