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
First and the fortieth drink
Concertina concertina a chill that bends
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 trancing
The sauce without the blame too far
Too far too far it could all get way too cheerful
Concertina I know the truth lies in
Between the first and fortieth drink
Clouds descending