Faker - Miike Snow

Last call for everything

A pool of emmaline’s delirious

She lingers like a chain

It’s more than grave but not too serious

Send your reverie to me, faker

Into the mouth of green morning, faker

I am so wide awake

The wind is moving blossoms through the door

It’s more than I can take

But half as much as what it was before

Send your reverie to me, faker

Into the mouth of green morning, faker

Send your reverie to me, faker

Into the mouth of green morning, faker