Quiet, quiet down, she said
Speaking to the back of his head
On the edge of her bed
I can see your blood flow
Your cells grow
Hold still a while
Don't spill the wine
I can see it all from here
I can see, I can see
Weather systems of the world
And every time you turn the soil
Another cloud begins to boil
Some things you say
Are not for sale
I would hold that we're
All free agents
Of a substance or scale
Hold still a while
Don't spill the wine
I can see it all from here
I can see, I can see
Weather systems of the world
1 | Imitosis |
2 | Fake Palindromes |
3 | Hole In The Ocean Floor |
4 | Not A Robot, But A Ghost |
5 | Why? |
6 | Desperation Breeds |
7 | The Giant Of Illinois |
8 | Cataracts |
9 | Mx Missiles |
10 | Lusitania |