up and pack up the place you were pink And falling around Dripping and crawling and clawing inside You're missing some sounds The ones that float carry and
Translation: Portugal. The Man. And I.
the door fists are heavy pounds of pounding placed firm and steady rhythms that they pace in and out and in and out we named everything and everyone
I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes That shaped folded banks inside As he shivered out thoughts They went: "golden and pale wind whispers breathe
Translation: Portugal. The Man. Sit Back And Dream.
Translation: Portugal. The Man. Out And In And In And Out.
Translation: Portugal. The Man. Stables And Chairs.
at the door fists are heavy pounds of pounding placed firm and steady rhythms that they pace in and out and in and out we named everything and everyone
