Clouds descending
I'm not policing what you tink and dream
I run intoyour thought from across the room

Just another trick
Can I weather this
I've got a fever above my waist

You got a squeeze box on your knee
I know the truth is in between the 1st and 40th drink
Concertina

Concertina
A chill that bends this
I swear you're the fiecest calm I've been in

Concertina
Concertina
Try infrared

This I swear
You're the fiercest calm I"ve been in the
Soul-quake happened here

In a glass word
Particle by particle
She slowly changes

She likes hanging chinese papper cuts
Just another fix
Can I weather this

I got my fuzz all tipped to play
I got a dub on your landscape
Then there's your policy of trancing

The sauce without the blame
Too far too far too far
It could all get way too cheerful

Concertina
I know the truth lies in between the 1st and the 40th drink
Clouds descending