In The Mouth a Desert
Pavement
Can you treat it like an oilwell
When it's underground, out of sight?
And if the sight is just a whore sign
Can it make enough sense to me?
Pretend the table is a trust knot
We'll put our labels down, faith is down
And watch the yards of twine unravel
And you'll never get it back -it's what I want don't you know, we could make it dry -"I've been crowned, the king of it and it is all we have so wait to hear my words, and they're diamond sharp, I could open it up if it's up and down"
