The Cloud Room - The Hunger текст песни

And you know, the hunger will unfold, it’s our mid, it’s our high, it’s our low
In the acoustic shadow, it’s our mind, it’s our high, it’s our low
And the future’s rubbed off of my palms from shaking psalms
1−2 and we fight
1−2-3 we flight
and we choke on the light, the hunger’s out tonight