Lyrics: The Most Serene Republic. Jazz Ordinaire.

When it comes, they slip its jug and pours
By the way, the carnal rain, of course
[Incomprehensible] one talk to document its travel
Drip, drip, drop and then around again

How strange, it's getting harder
For water to clean us off

Don't you squint to see to watch my hand move
Move up your arm and past your fuming eyes
You're not in tears, at least I think you could be
Trading years I tried to camouflage

How strange we're dancing harder
As water tames off the town

To me you'll be a legendary, truth, truth, truth, truth
To me you'll be a legendary, truth, truth, truth, truth
To me you'll be a legendary, truth, truth, truth, truth

Breathing in all the past skin made by the wars