Letras
Cross the rainy men
All roads lead home to your heart
On the slippery bed
Gamba like crocodiles
Skin friction rough traded jewels
Teeth right behind all the smile
Your hands are bandits in ten directions
Good skin tuned up, tuned right
Metal tuned in skin tight
Chords happy accidents
Love hungry name drops of light
Drop outs, junkers, static build ups
Hands on homemade heat wave
Hands on homemade heat wave
Thirty one times round the sun
Words on the tip of your tongue
Each day a pearl on your string
Each song wears the air like skin
Down in the kitchen at midnight
Cooking up more heat than light
Pots boiling over, arguing with us
Drum beats words for your waist
Jaws open wide for a taste
Girls sing in the wind
You lend them your flesh
Each like crocodile knows who is best
Blow hot, blow cold, playing the distance
The tour bus is waiting to take you away to
The zooly asylum
Thirty one times round the sun
Words on the tip of your tongue
Each day a pearl on your string
Each song wears the air like skin
Round one more ring round the sun
Right back where you begun
The sound of one just now
Is just like the other ones