clouds descending
i'm not policing
what you think and dream
i run into your thought from
across the room
just another trick can i
weather this
i've got a fever above my waist
you got a squeeze box on your knee
i know the truth is in between the
1st and the 40th drink
concertina concertina a chill that bends
this i swear you're the fiercest calm
i've been in the soul quake
happened here in a glass world
particle by particle she slowly changes
she likes hanging chinese paper cuts just
another fix
can i weather this
i got my fuzz all tipped to play
i got a dub on your landscape
then there's your policy of trancing
the sauce without the blame too far
too far too far it could all get way too cheerful
concertina i know the truth lies in
between the 1st and 40th drink
clouds descending