Fitting Room Songtext
von Sloping

It was a hatchet job, I came in first and left last
Trying to be thorough
Overslept again and let the dishes all stack
Building your cathedral

You′re looking for an out, and it's fitting you look in the well-lit places


Brittle, green-yellow
Pressed against the red clay on our feet
Tried to exit quietly
The whole house bending
60hz and throbbing endlessly
Was it all conditioning?