Architecture In Helsinki Nothing's Wrong Lyrics

A wicked decision
We can agree
A wicked decision
Nothing's wrong with you and me
A week in the forest
I'm weak in the fog
You'll be sad to hear that I was robbed
And we're gonna own this
A face to the voice
And we found the means
To cry as you try on the choice
And decapitation
For failing to see
That nothing in the whole wide world
Saves us from this situation

Don't stop talking to me please baby
Cut me off a piece of your nearly blonde hair! Hair!
Throw your heart to the crows, not the vultures
No one in this failing world can talk us through this situation
We'll speak in the garden
We'll burn down the trees
I'll leave out the teasing
While you are down on one knee
And never is heavy
And heavy is fine
But owning the streets meant you ate your words raw this time
It's wicked where you tread
They shot an arrow at your head
Since the apple wasn't there! yeah!
We're ripped apart by the crows and the vultures
Ignore me in the parking lot
I'm petrified by conversation.