Our fate was written by two moons, facing each other, and we were there, on that little house by the water, looking for a ship to run off with.

"And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone
We're setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home
It was a flood that wrecked this home
And you cause it"

Youth, Daughter - 2013