In trying to decide if I'm ungrateful or unhappy I realise I am neither just always wanting better When my devastator comes I'll be ready Oh god Nothing scares me like I scare myself In floating at the point between futures and forever I feel like I'm suspended drifting with the weather When my devastator comes I'll be ready For that I know I've come a long way but looking back Won't you wash your hands of me? Let eras end and silent fireworks bloom All our cute lines Every new years party progress Said you'd rather die I would have kissed you then. Devastator. Devastator. Devastator. Devastator. Devastator. Devastator. Devastator. Devastator. Heartbeat. Heartbeat. Start of "Ainsley's Reprise" We grow up in these buildings Of concrete and struts. We're brutal as brutalist guests. We dream of the straight lines And nights where we won't find A reason To dream up the rest. And we're still waiting. So sing for these heartbreaks These breaches and beach heads These scars on a landscape of life It's been a bad year for deaths So here's to making the most of what's left. My throat might be wrecked But I don't think I'll stop 'til I'm Deaf. A ghost in your bedroom The wind on the platform Had swept through these tunnels And sat with this bottle I'm starting to see why you're so far from sober I'm starting to shake like my father. And we're still waiting. O' patience So once as explorers And twice as just tourists Just settle for a good night as proof of life So here's to making the most of what's left. My throat might be wrecked But I don't think I'll stop 'til I'm Deaf. 1, 2, 3, Magic!