You're floating there
Your handin' me a snake inside a jar
It's
The moon crashed into the desert
It gave me my brand
You're looking for the one who fucked your Mom
It's not
Come on
I was born underwater, I dried out in the
(D. Wyndorf)There aren't any words.
Who's gonna teach you how to dance?
Who's gonna show you
A little room on 7th street is getting cold
And secrets
I?ve been stuffed in your pocket for the last hundred
Wake up baby, 'cause I'm coming to you from the
Come on, Baby, skim the top with me
I'll tell you
How did I get you, without you?
It's a miracle we're
