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 concertina concertina try infrared 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 tracing the sauce without the blame
too far too far too far it could all get way too cheerful
concertina concertina i know the truth lies in between the first and the 40th drink