When the shit hits the fan, you will be able to find me here. There is no cell service or internet out here though....
When The Lines Go Down By Q and Not U
Trees sent communiques to bed.
Fingerprints found tampering, fiber optic brambling.
Instant messages sent to your bed.
Pillowcase up in the trees.
Press your face up in the trees.
Press your face up in the pines.
Text your message through the vines.
Press your face up in the pines.
Born without any anytime minutes to lose.
This wood is deep and I'm not dead.
Deep in the thicket, I'm not dead.
Service continues, I'm not dead.
Continues,
I'm not dead.
We can stay in touch today.
We can stay in touch this way so we can stay and touch.
