Karaoké Gronlandic Edit Of Montreal

Nihilists with good imaginations

Ah ah

I am satisfied hiding in our friend's apartment

Only leaving once a day to buy some groceries

Daylight, I'm so absent-minded

Nighttime, meeting new anxieties

So am I erasing myself

Hope I'm not erasing myself

I guess it would be nice to give my heart to a God

But which one

Which one do I choo-oo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oose

All the churches filled with losers psycho or confused

I just want to hold the divi-i-i-i i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ine in mi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ind

And forget

Forget

Forget, forget, forget

All of the beauty's wasted

Let's fall back to earth and do something pleasant

Say it

We fell back to earth like gravity's bitches

Bitches

Physics makes us all its bitches

I guess it would be nice to help in your escape

From patterns your parents desi-i-i-i i-i-i-i-i-i-i-igned

All the party people dancing for the indie star

But he's the worst faker by fa-a-a-a a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ar in the se-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-et

I forget

Forget

Forget, forget, forget

All of the beauty's wasted

I guess it would be nice

Show me that things can be nice

I guess it would be nice

Show me that things can be nice

You've got my back in the city

You've got my back 'cos I don't wanna panic

You've got my back in the city

You've got my back 'cos I don't wanna panic