August Kamp Tiny Pieces That I Can Sprinkle Everywhere
[Verse 1]
Springtime
In linen and
Growing is the art of it
And growing apart is a part of it too
No good things come in twos
Split, split in two
[Verse 2]
Over talkin' a bit
Involved jury is the art of it [?]
And knowing part from part is such a part of it
It might split you in two
[Chorus]
Tiny pieces that I can sprinkle everywhere
I need to be
I'll wrinkle up into your eyes
I tease [?]
[Outro]
*Indistinguishable*
