Album: Poseidon and the Bitter Bug
Looking out across suburban yards to the construct of our
Days through the thinning of the trees Whay can I only
Build a house of cards? Than gets blown to ieces with the
Fall's first fickel breeze When I feel that stirring, the
Illicit kiss Than's just the cool tongue of the devil with
A suckerin his midst
One day I'll cange you'll be the fist one that I call I
Owe you an apology too many thanks and that's not all I've
Been running long before I learned to crawl
My calender lies crumpled laid to waste It's been
Scrawled on, thumbed through and changed Will this be
The measure of my days? Dinners and appointments and
Deadlines I can't make And when I start to see it making
Sense for me That's just hope springing eternally
One day I'll cange you'll be the fist one that I call I
Owe you an apology too many thanks and that's not all I've
Been running long before I learned to crawl
Outside the summer's gone for good Dying impatiens
Stacked up wood My friends will get together to cook To
Talk about what happened to take a second look The master
Loves the servant who blind heeds him The husband the
Obedient wife The snake will always bite the hand that deeds him
Even if you love him even if you save his life
One day I'll cange you'll be the fist one that I call I
Owe you an apology too many thanks and that's not all I've
Been running long before I learned to crawl