Faces

I didn't know you could make those faces

Like the stank, it's permanently strewn

Like the blues hit you, like a bend in the neck

Or an arch in your back

When a handful of your hair is pulled

Makin those faces, makin those sounds

See it in the mirror, echoes all around

Makin those faces, makin those sounds

See it in the mirror, echoes all around

I didn't know you could reach that octave

Like a pillow and towel

Whatever I see within reach barely quiets you down

Like the frets that I'm pressin

And chords that I'm messing with

Baby breathe, baby breath

Oh flip you over, flick quick of the fingers

And G oh it's coming around

I'll explore all the new spots

The ones yet untouched

When I hit the right one, when you really like one

I'm feeling your body tense up both our temperatures up

While your makin those faces

Makin those sounds make it those sounds

See it in the mirror, couldn't see it any clearer

Echoes all around, echoes all around

And I'm making those faces

Now you're making those sounds

See it in the mirror

Echoes all around

Oh my