Palma Fauna

You know how these things turn out you took another shot

Say you wanna go but you just don't take another shot

So the stains begin to dry, on the wall just inside, no show or tell

After looking in that before, when you turned your back again, and again and again

You're not meant to feel like this

Right now

In the Palma of the thorn but just not for a while

So you've always known but you never said it was an accident

You broke all your toys, and kept the ornaments, was it an accident?

And you wouldn't step outside without your earphones in, though there was nothing on

While the late night city hawks on St. Sampson's Square are doubling

You're not meant to feel like this

Right now

In the Palma of the thorn but just not for a while

We're more than old friends

We're less than you'd guess

You're not meant to feel like this anymore

You're not meant to feel like this

Right now

In the Palma of the thorn but just not for a while

We're more than old friends

We're less than you'd guess

You're not meant to feel like this anymore