Please don't flow so fast, you little mountain hum. I'll take a bottle down to you. Please don't flow this fast, you hold a little hum. I'll bottle sounds of me for you.
We throw our loupes, our little phone. Our lovely shorts, oh marmalade fires. . We throw our folds, our pots and pans. Our dirty planks, oh marmalade fires.
Your glancing cracks your skin. Clear lights on dirty bulbs, dirty bulbs. . Your pants fall to the ground. They're filled with guilty rocks, guilty rocks.
Down from my ceiling drips great noise. It drips on my head through a hole in the roof. . Behind these two hills here there's a pool. And when I'm swimming.
See the fog on my horizon, it's dancing. And it smells like a teenager. See the bones behind my eyelids, they're dancing. And they sound like tap dancing shoes.