[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
Course in fable
Faked by still lightning
In search of able
Cut my hand
Trying to reach into
Low talk of
[Verse 2]
Heard the cross that you hung on had cable
Midweek adverts for joint pain undermine your salvation
Loose walk
[Chorus]
When I wrote the song would breathe
It was the best I’d ever had
Jammed up on axis bent
Was the sidestep of relief
[Verse 3]
Blank and jotted
First wind of capture
I was learned in the back rooms
Of park facing housing
Ox marked
[Verse 4]
My lament and possibly rear view
Bottled in one parts friend
The other gold muse
Fuck truth
[Chorus]
When I wrote the song would breathe
It was the best I’d ever had
Jammed up on axis bent
It was the sidestep of relief