LAMINAR FLOW - Apparat

There’s a knock in the door

Takin' things and it’s gone

There’s a noise in the trees

Lost from the ears, laminar flow

Abandons a trace from the underworld

Old fashioned greed in the skies

You can taste the nights

They don’t hold it far from you

Oh, couldn’t see the lies

And you know they want you

Meet me

Meet me

Meet me, yeah

Hold up, stay

Meet me