Clouds descending
I’m not policing what you think and dream
I run into your thought from across the room
Just another trick can I weather this
I’ve got a fever above my waist
You got a squeezebox 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 fiercest
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 world
Particle by particle
She slowly changes
She likes hanging chinese paper cuts
Just another fix
Сan 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, concertina
I know the truth is in between
The 1st and 40th drink
Clouds descending