Dean Blunt Heat (feat. Joanne Robertson)
Watch my own head
Graces from your rest
Please run your feet
You have nowhere to sleep
Listening to us drivers
Crawling around a closet
Where you want to hide
And you'll come until you're found
I feel blessed
You'd come around
Where is the hair
That grows along each turning
From your head
Fly up to night
I don't want to be awake
Inside of your own rhythm
Wonder if you haven't
Until you pass and turn
Wrapped and dent
I will hold onto your hands
And know this time
Til tree turn into the waterline
And you're around
It's two lips and heart
There's a world deep inside
And it licks it's little palms together
Preaches like I return to the moon
I don't really know
I have to see who is this
What you actually come home with
On the road, listening to our tapes
And dreams of old will gather mold
We're long ago
You always return
Where can I find out
Oh God why
The good is what you're really looking for
I can't imagine the memories
I can't, you reach to burial
