SAY/SWIM/SWIM
ARMS AND ARMOUR SEALS

[VERSE]
This is easily the finest moment and conscience tells that I'm not ready to change and what's unsaid should stay unsaid. Though wordless it is overstated, rows of silk skin, complicated and yet simple somehow silence does it justice - I would listen, would it whisper as I would hear it, would it - grow as I would see it, much less hope. It's dug for days and there is no rope there is no plan, but you don't need gold to cross the Styx if you can build a boat with your bare hands. This lemonade is sugar sour poison, woman and man sustained, built to crux, to notes. Played out and left to wring on strings tied between the tongues of two in love, one in prayer. Pray on, God fearing thing, the brimstone that is the lack, that is the shape without is too much to end up as, repeatedly. Draw up your hands and cast the line and watch it go again.

[CHORUS]
[Weezey:]
It's in the way that you talk
A solar thistle tone
Something more that smells of home
It's in the way that you walk
It's wrong, it feels so strange
Something more that smells of home

[Wildi]
Time takes us all, while it looks much bigger from far away.
Soul - sink me with, as if ripped tide. Good 'hear-much-cold' caressed the cost.

[VERSE]
Is she a life of pain or simply a pain, is there a reflection in the spirit and not the choice. I've been a statue. Come close so I can whisper "you are poison in a thimble" This is a garden but I wouldn't grow it any other way, it grows familiar. Though strangers, do you feel grit and stone to chin and cheek, hangnail to bone? Despite doubt we are all wild at heart. We are all houses made of glass, we are pebbles shaped by the sea like hearts, stonewalls and sandbags that won't keep the water out.

These tears to flood the town for days and cars and front doors and hanging flower baskets and romance would be engulfed, melt to moaning hurricanes half afterwards. Blunt cutlass and brown leaves - but let's not dwell on dread from fear on stems of flowers. Stay hungry, hunt keen. We are all covered in fur it's just invisible, we all have crocodile hands and jagged teeth, we are all wolves in principle - scene animals.

Curves and colours, breath and blue smoke - let's both be cannibals in cowboy hats, six shooter, sugar and sand. Anesthetis, would I but keep this, were a way to wash dry the doubt and fear and feeling of being rolled around the mouth, I know what's real in this. To do away with feigned altruism, table talk and every-day lies. I would be dissolute with your hand in mine - I can hold the shiv, you hold the pistol.

[We'll unlock ourselves]

[Weezey:]
It's in the way that you talk
A solar thistle tone
Something more that smells of home
I CAN FIX YOU
It's in the way that you walk
It's wrong, it feels so strange
Something more that smells of home

[Wildi]
Oh yeah, Time takes us all, while it looks much bigger from far away.
Stop - sink me near our time. Good 'hear-much-cold' pressed his God.


OUTRO
Size, it matters. Come and get me some surgery, I wanna look nice so I got a face, that I don't recognize, believe that I'm brand new inside.

Release the dogs, cos I can smell it a mile away, I want it dead today. I wanna hang - it's ass up in my house

I'M JUST A GOOSE A LITTLE BABY GOOSE