where i drain the stream
vocal spring in the neptune crow
you are in the saturday shops
you are bending all the weapons
i am watching like a tyrant
we're in the junior scope
you play with the gays and i drop the notes
into honored meals and clever faces
for ghosts and for blue eclipses
let out the rain
from every journal page
let out the rain
from every journal page
now i play mad and string the hour
of buttermilk baby cards and eventually
a little place to hide my thoughts
i am a wind like soon it will speed up
you are sound of mouth and dance
you are the sound of mouth and dance
every wheel has a faith in us
you are a chance that never stops
i am fighting for the globe
make me float
make me more than open streets
and magic stars in blue heels
it makes us feel
and whenever they dream
and whenever they dream
i am perfect inside