It’s good to stop and rest for a while
But then move along, move along
I know what’s waiting in these amber-colored octaves
A distillation of all my best defenses
A distillation of all my best defenses
I’m worthy as a birdie in the bush with two hands
Worth less than a cat with no master
Worthy as a birdie in the bush with two hands
Two hands
You’ve got a clear shot at my weary eye
I know what’s waiting in these amber-colored octaves
It’s what I sink with my battleship
It’s what’s kept in my graveyard
A thousand bodies buried and no marker
A thousand bodies buried and no marker