Croaking like a frog
Shivering like newborn slugs
Trickling in; the water sighs
Shifting in my room at night
Climbing through empty windows
Driving in empty train cars
AC fills up the living room
Sitting down; play you on a loop
Crunching gear, in the top of my head
Making a fuss; blank expressions
I'm lying in the grass
All alone
I'm lying in the grass
I'm alone
Machinery pounding
Squeezing my skull
Machinery pounding
A deep blue lull
And run through the palm; My fingers bent
And stretched along the coast
And I will fix you to play on a
Loop if I come tell you when
