Josiah Wolf The Opposite Of Breathing
It's just a February sense
It's like the opposite of breathing
I can hear your little voice inside my head
Saying, "Now it's time for change, time to move ahead"
But I've frozen my assets
I've got nothing to give right now
You can save all your money
And then you can buy a house
As for me I'm still waiting
For that perfect piece of mica under a tree
For Thomas Edison with seven heads to come from the sea
And when the tinfoil spits, put your spirit on me
I want your blessing
Whoever you are who has the power
To give me a name, for whatever I am
And you say I only use my head
And the way I disagree, it just proves it
And I've tried to take a different path
But everywhere I turn, it just brings me back
'Cause I've frozen my assets
I've got nothing to give right now
You can save all your money
And then you can buy a house
As for me I'm still waiting
For that perfect piece of mica under a tree
For Thomas Edison with seven heads to come from the sea
And when the tinfoil spits, put your spirit on me
I want your blessing
Whoever you are who has the power
To give me a name, for whatever I am
