Odesza, Yellow House - Flaws in Our Design

Think, think thinking my life away This glitching, daisy chain state of mind Could never bind or mend these severed lines That barely hold these wretched stitches together Oh, my soul begins to tire From finding flaws in our design Finding flaws in our design From finding flaws in our design Finding flaws in our design Take, take, take, I've got it all to give Chip, chip away at my walls until they cave in Then dig a little deeper And take what you came here for Dream, dream, dreaming my days away Pails of pastel blue engulf my days Splashing mundane shades and taunt the loose frays Tirelessly tainting these heavy veils of grey with rigor Oh, my soul begins to tire From finding flaws in our design Finding flaws in our design From finding flaws in our design Finding flaws in our design