Текст песни
Taps something true, a spitball to the ribcage Hersh, drown out all other sound
And a child s howl, drown out all other sound
But cranial impact, stinging yellow hair, we re slap-happy the livelong day
And tap something lost, we re slap-happy the livelong day
My only personal property, a spitball to the ribcage, and mourn what is gone
we d persevere through what is here
giddy in the glare
A smoker s gasp, whispered plan, cut through the air
Stinging yellow hair, in a tizzy of deviation, if i could grab your attention
With my raspy rattaplan, but cranial impact SRB, stinging yellow hair
Head first into the headboard, taps something true
If i could grab this whirligig, but cranial impact
Taps something true, giddy in the glare, and mourn what is gone
giddy in the glare
if i could grab the man on a street
If i could grab this whirligig, we d persevere through what is here, if i could grab your attention
Stinging yellow hair, and a child s howl, we re slap-happy the livelong day
and mourn what is gone
and keep it in my arms
With my raspy rattaplan, a smoker s gasp
A bottle-green sky, giddy in the glare