Timber Timbre This Low Commotion
What does it mean to be unhealthy badly my love?
To be in a bad state so well
What does it mean to face desire so sadly?
To beg at the empty well
Residual images of our love
Are just a dot on the sheet of your love
To know every man, every place that youve been
You turned me on, then you turned on me
This low commotion
This low commotion
This low commotion
This low commotion
Is going down, down, down, down
This low commotion
This low commotion
This low commotion
America weren't you a miracle?
A fleeting chance in whole
But this low, low, low commotion
Would not leave our paridise alone
And my two hands landed
Like two spiders on your knee
And one right ring finger branded
But two lefts for two brands to please
Residual images of our love
Are just a dot on the sheet of your love
But to know every man, every face that you've seen
Baby you turned me on, then you turned on me
This low commotion
This low commotion
This low commotion
This low commotion
This low commotion
Is going down, is going down
Is going down, is going down
Your low commotion
Your low commotion
Your low commotion
Your low commotion
