The Hysterics - Debris

Love's a material
Take me on
Sun rambles overshare
We don't have long

Hold on tight
The stars are going out
Love the next moon
The hard shine weighs me down

Keep it together man
I can't be wrong
I'm always paranoid
I don't belong

Don't go, whisper to me
We don't have time for tv
iIll stop predicting debris
If we don't have to be three

The stars are going out
Love the next room
Before it spun around

iIll stop my joking
If we move on
I'm not a patient boy
But I'll be strong.