Ichabod

Hold that volume, speak my tongue

Things are lookin' up
But you spit nothing 'bout the world in convo
But you complain there's something wrong
But it's true to me you're not above the world

Help me when you're sleepin', I'll be waiting
Show me something so real, you can't fake it
'Angel of the Whitest Snow', where you been?
Pave me honesty to hold what's true to me

With breeze some lift
To soar the world I'm calling home
With breeze some lift
To calm the world or follow Rome

Keepin' your eyes on the south (With breeze some lift)
On the south (To soar the world I'm calling home)
Home sweet hole (With breeze some lift)
Understand (To calm the world or follow Rome)