Lyrics: Suck the streets of what looks sublime, I'll make you pack I'll never mind
Run my time, right off the rungs I'll tell you how to speak in tongues
If forevers not that long to you, would you have some time for tea for two,
and we could get along We could get away For me that songs Still a days away
The cold concrete, the old decaying lime, did you forget what was sublime Pull the clot from out my lungs, let it bake under two suns
Saturn boasts the rings and moons, a million doors a million rooms
When all of it flows, up and oer, through crackling skin, a swollen sore
Playwrights game And daylights came
And all that means about as much as any man who's out of touch, with the coming rain All the same
12/26 Updated with a better drum track
