Kind Of Like Spitting - Bubble Congress Lyrics
Faith in trafficFaith in healthy horsesFaith in the salts of flesh,Faith in F sharpThat quick flavor turning in a hardcore kid's eye,As if upwards to heavenAs if faithfully by your side,I smell catalog numbers stacking,One yellow line racing one untouched spine.Let it relaxAll the muscles, tendons slack.It's not the worst that you've seen.Ports and docks, water and moneySimple little guitar thingsAll the worker beesStorm up the treesDo you need to reinstall?I can make the call.And the end becomes the trailer when,What's put down in penice reacts again,The end becomes the trailer when it's goneThe end becomes the trailer whenWhat's set down in fiction feeds back again,The end becomes the trailer when it's gone.Then our lives won't be based on facts,Just what we heardSo we fold each other over like falling birdsZeros after Zeroes cloud our sight.