Impulse Crush - Ithaca

Companion

A passenger in the backseat

Fingertips brush your eyelids

A gift from the past is no present

When you’re sitting on your hands

Oh if you’re so tired why can’t you sleep at night?

Oh if you’re so lonely why is your jaw so tight?

Oh if you’re so afraid then why can’t you turn on the fucking light?

Turn it on

Turn on the light

Turn it on

Now I’m so illuminated

(Now) Now (I'm) I’m (so) so (illuminated)

(Now) Now (I'm) I’m (so) so (illuminated)

(Now) Now (I'm) I’m (so) so (illuminated)

If you’re so bright

How don’t you know?

How don’t you know?

A gift from the past is presentation

Affection is an affectation