hidden beneath the captains bed you
sing until my skin is clouds about to storm.
sing until my skin is clouds about to storm.
baby cabbage blue and church
points up showing us
points up showing us
a lumpy face licking his lips.
with you my eyes sink
far below perfect vision like
far below perfect vision like
reading a crystal display at four am
it's coming for you, lions' glares,
you are in a foreign car outside.
you are waiting to see my shape
at the open front door. oh, peppermint tea,
don't you remember me?
don't you remember me?
I think that I'm just how I used to be.