h/b, h/b, A, A,
MEMORY COMES WHEN MEMORYS OLD
I AM NEVER THE FIRST TO KNOW
FOLLOWING THE STREAM UP NORTH
WHERE DO PEOPLE LIKE US FLOAT
THERE IS ROOM IN MY LAP
FOR BRUISES, ASSES, HANDCLAPS
I WILL NEVER DISAPPEAR
FOR FOREVER, ILL BE HERE
WHISPERING
MORNING, KEEP THE STREETS EMPTY FOR ME
MORNING, KEEP THE STREETS EMPTY FOR ME
IM LAYING DOWN, EATING SNOW
MY FUR IS HOT, MY TONGUE IS COLD
ON A BED OF SPIDER WEB
I THINK OF HOW TO CHANGE MYSELF
A LOT OF HOPE IN A ONE MAN TENT
THERES NO ROOM FOR INNOCENCE
SO TAKE ME HOME BEFORE THE STORM
VELVET MITES WILL KEEP US WARM
WHISPERING
MORNING, KEEP THE STREETS EMPTY FOR ME
MORNING, KEEP THE STREETS EMPTY FOR ME
UNCOVER OUR HEADS AND REVEAL OUR SOULS
WE WERE HUNGRY BEFORE WE WERE BORN
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