And the back skims through the steam Feeding upturned mouths and sprinkling away A dusty sleep you took too soon And you, you need watering if you are to bloom
Translation: Hum. If You Are To Bloom.
and hum familiar tunes, broadcast on fixed frequencies, stuck in locking grooves. We both profess noble intent as we civilize human impediments. So if your hands are
nobody gonna love you like you are If you take whatever he brings your way You see the thing of it Is we deserve respect But we can't demand respect
bloom you steal the evening from an empty room and i might not of seen you if i looked too hard but i just gave up and here you are you'll sweet the sound
