The Shivers.

Call ahead and answer
The windows are dedicated
They never close their eyes
You are not to blame for
This bitter sweet distractor
Sweat out this disaster
In a freshly pressed uniform

Because we sink like ships in a storm
And slide beneath the waves
To stumble on a kind of peace
The kind that takes away

Open up your visor
Nothing to see, show's over
Hand out your thoughts
We pool like beggars
They clatter to the ground anyway

Because we sink like ships in this storm
And slip beneath the freezing waves
We stumble on a kind of peace
The kind that takes away
Takes away
Our shivers.