Artist: the wolfgang press
Song: tremble
Head in the clouds
Head in the water
When the waters break and the mud sucks up
You're going to tremble
Your origins and your last goodbyes
You're going to tremble
When the bowl is dry and the heat is mine
When the dust is ours
You're going to tremble
With half an eye
You're going to tremble, tremble
It's the magic of fools that the words are no more
Than fancy talk from shattered teeth and now
To begin the beguine [wait]
There goes another here, there goes another
Don't you say, don't ever ask why to what you are
Race along the road to rack or ruin
Or where ever you are
With half an eye I'll discover why nothing makes sense
With half a lout in substance will out
Hear me why I will not be torn from what is mine
You're going to tremble
It's the magic of fools in all the ways and all the ways
Half an eye discover why that nothing makes sense
You don't need me to see that I was never here at all
You race along the road to wherever you go
A lacquered head, a foreign tongue
To help oblige this need to belong
Fires crack crack crack
You're going to tremble, tremble
It's the magic of fools that the words are no more
Than fancy talk from shattered teeth
And now to begin the beguine
Don't ever say, don't ever ask why to what magic is there
All the ways in all the ways in I are apart
Don't save one day, don't waste all day
Don't waste all day, don't race
Don't nail away to wherever you go
My girl ain't anybody, my girl is somebody.
