Natives - Raglans

Romance

Pathos

Lend me a reas’n I know I gotta sell it my

Loveless

Love lost

In the end its a case of wanting what you never had

So let me sing my bones in the river cold

Let them stake their claim to this rusty throne

And I would scratch out words on the very stone

We are what we are

So let this song be sung and let these words ring far

We are what we are is what we are