Headsoak Lyrics - Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

I was walking with my feet 

A disposition fell over me 

And the armory wall was bleeding 

The restless child was reading 

I was swimming, could hardly stand 

The swimming hour was at hand 

And the fishes they were feeding 

Lambs they were bleating 

Ooh, I walk slowly 

Ooh, I walk slowly 

I walk slowly 

When I walk away from you 

I'm feeling bad, I'm looking bad 

I feel and look so bad 

Some might say 

Yours truly, is soaking his head 

So I say 

So I say there's apprehension 

And inhibition 

All contributions, to my, to my attrition 

No, and it happened long ago 

These things these things, these things 

That make me walk so darn slow 

Slow