Texty:
Shins The Wincing The Night Away

This goose is cooked, these tongues are tied, Around the block and airborne blind, But looking on the brighter side, There's far less to which I'd be

Foals in winter coats White girls of the North, File past one, five and one, They are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham, the EHS norm And they could float

The gutter may profess its love Then follow it with hesitation For there are just so many of You out there for rent A stronger girl would shake this

Hurled to the center of the Earth again The place where it's hot, love You know it hurts to breathe in And the watershed you balance on is begging it

Go without 'Til the need seeps in You're low, anymore Collecting all the petals for the stem And glow Glow Melt and flow You dissarrayed the fragile

Of all the churning random hearts Under the sun Eventually fading into night, These two are opening now As we lie, I touch you wonderful alive girl.

This goose is cooked, these tongues are tied, Around the block and airborne blind, But looking on the brighter side, There's far less to which I?d be

This lass, Some fifteen odd years, Is widely known, To have spat, In her teacher's eye, And will not take it back, For now I see, How after all the cracks

Hurled to the center of the Earth again, The place where it's hot, love, You know, it hurts to breathe in, And the watershed you balance on is begging