Frigid bedroom capture
In a spring without desire
Harvesting brightness despite
Drawn to the heat, not the light

I lay steady
Stare at the ceiling, waking fears of nothing
You lament for wasps
You glow cobalt
In the home of the friendliness
Another night spent fussing, feasting like the lords
Laughing at the fronting, singing to the chords of hell imagined
To the chords of hell imagined
Hell imagined
Hell imagined

In this perfect hour
Gasping in a sleepless kneel
Holding onto gleaming teal

I lay steady
Stare at the ceiling, waking fears of nothing
You lament for wasps
You glow cobalt
In the home of the friendliness

Another night spent fussing, feasting like the lords
Laughing at the fronting, singing to the chords of hell imagined
To the chords of hell imagined
Hell imagined
Hell imagined

Lament for wasps
Cobalt blue
No time for wasps
Cobalt blue
No time for wasps
Cobalt blue
No time for wasps
Cobalt blue

(Once again)
(Once again) no time for wasps
(This color sees an end) cobalt blue
(Once again)
(Once again) no time for wasps
(This color sees an end) cobalt blue
(Once again)
(Once again) no time for wasps
(This color sees an end) cobalt blue
(Once again)
(Once again) no time for wasps
(This color sees an end) cobalt blue

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Christopher Paul Johnson, Daniel Jordan Tracy, George Lesage Clarke, Kerry Dylan McCoy, Shiv Mehra