Bubble Congress Lyrics - Kind Of Like Spitting

Faith in traffic 

Faith in healthy horses 

Faith in the salts of flesh, 

Faith in F sharp 

That quick flavor turning in a hardcore kid's eye, 

As if upwards to heaven 

As if faithfully by your side, 

I smell catalog numbers stacking, 

One yellow line racing one untouched spine. 

Let it relax 

All the muscles, tendons slack. 

It's not the worst that you've seen. 

Ports and docks, water and money 

Simple little guitar things 

All the worker bees 

Storm up the trees 

Do you need to reinstall? 

I can make the call. 

And the end becomes the trailer when, 

What's put down in penice reacts again, 

The end becomes the trailer when it's gone 

The end becomes the trailer when 

What's set down in fiction feeds back again, 

The end becomes the trailer when it's gone. 

Then our lives won't be based on facts, 

Just what we heard 

So we fold each other over like falling birds 

Zeros after Zeroes cloud our sight.