All my thoughts, I don't know why
The feeling of the truth and a memory that lies
Earth Turner, I used to believe
That everything I felt was living true as life can be
Ecstatic love has come for me

You should write your name on my forearm
Sometimes I don't think about sex or anything
Then I get confused about
And it's awful vexing

To me nothing's as constant as fantasy
So I get into my acting
Sometimes I feel like a deaf woman dancing

Ecstatic love has come for me

*audio apocalypse*

Copyright: Red Brick Music Publishing, Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)
Writer(s): Jessica Stein, Mark Wheaton, Mathieu Charbonneau, Pietro Amato, Sarah Neufeld