Written by: Conor O'Brien
Produced by: Conor O'Brien
Bring down the veil for all to see
Shake off the rein and return to me
If ours was a dream
A phantom, a sacred scheme
Then how did it end so quick
My darling arithmetic?
Boxed up your clothes, cleaned out your room
Lay in your bed, flew to the moon
Are you hiding up here?
Did they force you to disappear?
Is it all just a dirty trick
My darling arithmetic?
And the merchants say what they always said
And the lenders say what they always said
But they only serve a soft reminder that you are dead
My darling...
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