Chokebore Thin As Clouds
We've all been up for days, and I've been splitting sound
chewing pills out on the street and we all are as thin as
clouds but all the people out here have drowned all
hearts and drowned all hands they're half way out and
they're half way down that leaves them... needing. We
want each others tongues, all the right liquids mixing
now your eyes are big as lemons, sweet young fingers and
warm sweet mouths, but all the people out here are moving
every ways at once they're too far past and they're too
far south that leaves them... needing.
