Cargo Cult Lyrics

Miserable Chillers Cargo Cult

Nighttime lonely, i
Retell the stories
From the other times
Of the runways
Where planes don't land

Or the kids who climb up trees
And swear to never
Touch the ground—
Who stretch their arms to
The limbs of love

Is that enough?
To forget them
And forget that place?

We taste with just one tongue
I am waving all the lights
Again
A blinking sky, a story time