Текст песни Wash Out - Fyrce Muons

I'm a wretched man all in fable
Got a wretched man, call it able
It is make believe, sweet sweet maybe
And a smile like this is bound to be crazy

Got an eventual plan for the evening
Only sample it if you're late
In a heavy dream there's a monster
And it's creeping up behind to taste of me

I'm a wretched man on a river
Got a wretched man raised on instinct
It is soon to tell if it's real
And it's stopping all the traffic inside me

From a different time all the day is gone
By a state of mind seen from outside
It's a hate of self as a failure
They're as busy as a murderer can be