Tiredness fuels empty thoughts
I find myself disposed
Brightness fills empty space
In search of inspiration
Harder now with higher speed
Washing in on top of me
So I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
When I'm down, down, down.
Rain it wets muddy roads
I find myself exposed
Tapping doors, but irritate
In search of destination
Harder now with higher speed
Washing in on top of me
So I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
When I'm down, down, down.
When I'm down, down, down.
When I'm down, down, down.
1 | The Blower's Daughter |
2 | 9 Crimes |
3 | Cannonball |
4 | I Remember |
5 | Creep |
6 | Woman Like A Man |
7 | One |
8 | Coconut Skins |
9 | Delicate |
10 | Cold water |