Quince Lyrics

Quince lyrics

You could've been raised in africa

We lacked in our vigor

Been an
"x" on the calendar

Losing our cool in antarctica

So i put my coat
on ya

The breeze was light burgandy

I have an army suited and
ready

For you to simply take a bite and steer

We're more than
prepared to fight this unfair

All you need do is tease your taste and
steer

Your crimes are not mine or theirs

Weary from the wear you
invent

I forget for some time

I've been underground and dug to the
sound of your breath