Text: Chad VanGaalen. Soft Airplance. Poisonous Heads.

When they first arrived, we decided to hide all the best parts of the pitch of the dark. When no one was looking all the pieces were stolen and assebled inside so the color could rise. And nothing went wrong told the strike of the sun and then the whole crowd left without watchin' the set. The only thing left was our poisonous heads and the curse that's been eating our minds.

Don't say a thing- it's alright at home, it's alright at home alone.


When they first arrived, we decided to hide all the best parts of the pitch of the dark. When no one was looking all the pieces were stolen and assebled inside so the color could rise. And nothing went wrong told the strike of the sun and then the whole crowd left without watchin' the set. The only thing left was our poisonous heads and the curse that's been eating our minds.