Concertina         
             


clouds descending 
i'm not policing 
what you think and dream 
i run into your thought from 
across the room 
just another trick can i 
weather this 
i've got a fever above my waist 
you got a squeeze box on your knee 
i know the truth is in between the 
1st and the 40th drink 
concertina concertina a chill that bends 
this i swear you're the fiercest calm 
i've been in the soul quake 
happened here in a glass world 
particle by particle she slowly changes 
she likes hanging chinese paper cuts just 
another fix 
can i weather this 
i got my fuzz all tipped to play 
i got a dub on your landscape 
then there's your policy of trancing 
the sauce without the blame too far 
too far too far it could all get way too cheerful 
concertina i know the truth lies in 
between the 1st and 40th drink 
clouds descending


             
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