I should know my time and place
I'm tuesdays child without the grace
Bring your canary, bring your flame

There's a rich seem of wind in my coal mine

We're just blow ins

On the storm of time
Yeah we're just stoppin'
For a while


Bucket of water to separate
Those ^^&$#* dogs of church and state

God of ego and god of light
Pushes us to the corner of our own life


We're just blow ins
On the storm of time
Yeah we're just stoppin'

For a while

I'm like a magpie with all that's shiny and new

I can't help myself, i pick a pocket or two
And if our time was, but a day
We'd show up around midnight, and say hey


Cause we're just blow ins
On the storm of time

Yeah we're just stoppin'
For a while