Chalk it all up to the grind You've lost all of your senses Nothing you've had all the time The winds are always combing- Through your majorie climbs Apparent, clovered danger Cloaked by the seems of the night are Woven threads of hunger You and I are no safer here Than we were when we met And everyone's made out to see A version shared but unlike you I am adapting to me There's only so much one can take ! We're all fragments In need of replicating structure Lights on, there's nothing to be ! The room is not much bigger than The space in your dreams The walls smell so much stranger Nothing compared to what's in me You and I ain't no safer here Than we were when we met Oh is for the Cranking sun still set I'm flipping every beetle Going to the gate of every dog Sitting oh so often Looking up above as it goes off Wait around Big things shake So uptight Left to make
And it's a Jig-a-Low, Jug-a-Lug Jig-a-Low, Chug-a-Lug Band And they're playing a a Jig-a-Low, Jug-a-Lug Jig-a-Low, Jug-a-Long Jam And your the bric-a-brac, tally whack Whizz-whoppin' bell of the ball (don't fall) And it's a whizz-wally, wham-molly-moon Wally-waltz through the fall Is everyone in the dark To who you were and to what you truly are? Are all your friends in your skin As you let them all race your brand new binge All the ducks are away So lets enjoy your new found sense of strange Oh so low
Hold on to the slice of dream you crave A tipsy warning leaves you afraid A lurking figure draws you deeper Oh so slowly, as it changes layers Then, so sharply goes bold All her features unfold Do believe you look sad Only much so laughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
