Sky was smoker pink We'd driven seven hours Your rocky face Talking nothing sitting down Stopping by a field of cows The spooky light cold enough to climb Inside your arms in my mind That's where I left myself behind We stay till we don't feel a thing We stay till we don't feel a thing We're building towns out of ink We realise pix-elated towers But to think the world inside Is just beyond our powers When I go, give me chills The spooky light cold enough to climb Inside your arms in my mind That's where I left myself behind We stay till we don't feel a thing We stay till we don't feel a thing