Who would have thought she is the third eye
Who would have known her troubled past She lies
Within the magic of the sea, within magic underneath
Who would have thought her fingerprints are the key,
The only opener of my locked accuracy.
Would I have trusted her?
She would have never been free.
I sat alone, I saw the flawless dire Silence,
Patience and grace, stillness and prayers
Are running my day while they walk me away
She's pure as hell for what it's worth (Straw-Puking bird)
And I am a slippery rope, a loving burst (Straw-Puking bird)
Cause I had Side chicks forever drunk breast-feeding salt and pepper.
Straw-Puking bird
Is there a wanderer with a map sealed to his feet?
A frightened conqueror who knows the fee for his will?
I keep on moving by degrees
I keep on moving by degrees
Buy me gentleness. Cry me a perfect ounce of peace
A little tenderness chorused under your feet.
I bite as hard as I can the beating of my lips
I sat alone, I saw the flawless dire Silence,
Patience and grace, stillness and prayers
Are running my day while they walk me away
She's pure as hell for what it's worth (Straw-Puking bird)
And I am a slippery rope, a loving burst (Straw-Puking bird)
Cause I had Side chicks forever drunk breast-feeding salt and pepper.
Straw-Puking bird
Artist: Jonatha Brooke
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