Fair to Midland- When the Bough Breaks+Quince 

Here's the song Quince from IFS. A prefect end to a perfect album.
Lyrics:
You could've been raised in Africa.
We lacked in our vigor, been an "x" on the calendar.
Losing our cool in Antarctica, so I put my coat on 'ya,
the breeze was light burgandy.
I learned to stand in Istanbul
So I send you my Morse code,
Till you capture the syllables.
Subtracting the fees under carried time
Somewhere over the Great Divide
Blacked like a candlestick
I have an army suited and ready for you to simply take a bite and steer.
We're more than prepared to fight this unfair.
All you need do is tease your taste and steer.
Your crimes are not mine or theirs, weary from the wear you invent.
I forget for some time, I've been underground and dug to the sound of your breath.