Like a cat scratch gently on the door, my heads a grin rolling on the floor. Cause nothing matters anymore. You never said you wouldn’t let me down. Shame on me to put words into your mouth. You put the joy joy joy joy down down down. A mountain of things I once had said are dormant like sediment under river beds. Cause I can’t hardly even catch my breath. “Are you believing’, or dreaming, or seeing?” asked the wind chime. “Suppose I’m waiting to see what floats” I replied. “But you can grow a taste for blood while killing time”. *Grows a taste for blood while killing time.
credits
from 4. (So far, so good),
released May 12, 2017
Jeff Linus on Casio with the right hand on drums
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