To be an emotion actor
Two broken strings attract her
A groom, a face, a life-filled room
Hesitate to throw a coin in a wish could be a bad thing
My mouth is just a mesh of drool.
I'm standing on a bridge
I won't get hit from up high
A talking fish comes as she moves
I want to be like water
And never need a doctor
And carve the earth without my tools.
(To-oool!)
All of the things that I relate to well like goggles and paint tubes
Transparent paper wings that float above me while I sleep
To make the room more natural
To think I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying.
The color after sunset
You'd do anything the drink's at
The crush has come just like a willow
He doesn't need a house
There's shoes in every house
There's the drips, the black spots on my pillow.
I want to be like water
And slip into your throat and
Make you feel alive and good
I want to be like water
And never have a doubt
And crack the hoods around my pool.
(To-ool!)
All of the things that I relate to well like goggles and paint tubes
Transparent paper wings that float above me while I sleep
To make a room more natural
To think of dying, dying, dying.
And all the dreams that I awake to read like postulatings
And all the things I hate I wish I didn't have to hate
To find a room that's natural
To live on by in 'em by in 'em, by.
I don't think you know just what you're doing
You pretend to know exactly all the things you keep on moving
Said, I don't think I know exactly what I'm doing
You pretend to know exactly all the things you keep on moving.
When you wake up from your snoozin'
Gonna tell you how to do it my way
Gonna tell you what I'm doin'
Raising knife up in my drum.
Everybody talks bubbling
And I got no way to stop it
It's a song about the days you spend
Without me at our home.
If I don't think you know just what you're doing
You pretend to know exactly all the things you keep on moving
Said, I don't think I know exactly what I'm doing
You pretend to know exactly all the things you keep on moving.
When you wake up from your snoozin'
Gonna tell you how to do it my way
Gonna tell you what I'm doin'
Raising knife up in my drum.
Everybody talks bubbling
And I got no way to stop it
It's a song about the days you spend
Without me at our home.
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