Cascades like sand in the passage of time
Lay down black waves on the waste of your mind
Flame stained dream state in a straightjacket tea
Play star light games thinking you'll disappear
Howl (x3)
How Could I
Kings burn black jacks in a waste paper scene
High class pink lipped coloured mass magazine
I took too much and it's breaking the mind
White paws red pills tripping over lines
Howl (x3)
How could I
Then you take all must confection
only panning through a glass slate of gleams
And we take too much from only
and I think that you know what I mean
Then we seem to complicate
all the passages flowing that's deep in my head
And I complicate my message
Cascades like sand in the passing of time yeah
I'll get you to change your mind yeah (yeah)
Vine brew two moors taking fakes at the seams
Black sands you can't find the sea cause you’re too close to disappear Yeah!
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