(B. Walkenhorst)
I want to grow old with her
To have our children come
And find us face down on the hill
Listening to the hum
I want to grow wise with her
Truth pounded into bone
The sound of lies dies like white noise
Listen to the hum
I want to grow gardens with her
In soil of sand and stone
My desert blooms with wild perfumes
Listen to the hum
I want to grow up with her
To change in slow motion
From laughter simple to lovers that tremble
Listen to the hum
I want to be born with her
Where cell and soul become
Aligned and tuned to something new
Listen to the hum
| 1 | Let My People Go-Go |
| 2 | Government Cheese |
| 3 | Small Circles |
| 4 | Drinkin |
| 5 | Shiny Shiny |
| 6 | Tornado Of Love |
| 7 | Johnny Reb |
| 8 | Width of a Line |
| 9 | Snakedance |
| 10 | Doomsville |