Fresh Air Makes it Hard to Breathe

I could do one more
Now I'm so high in the tree
Oh god a spider

Digging in the dirt
What the hell my shovel bent
Soil: 1, Metal: None

Un soleil heureux
Ailes de cire commencent a fondre
Le pere, maintenent triste

I Want My Eggs in a Chocolate Cake

So quiet outside
The city stands still all night
Waiting for the dawn

Our work is done now
Brick by brick we laid it down
To guide the way home

How far did you go
When you went to get some air
I waited for you