the weather is wet and sticky, some depict me as being conscious, yeah I use my head It was you that fed, my appetite for seduction Bitin and cussin,
you a lullaby cos to me you always closed your eyes let me sing you a lullaby closed eyes hide open closed eyes hide open to me you alawys closed your eyes
to Sugarcane If I could find a piano Here in Bloomington, Indiana I would play it with my toes Until the girls all take their clothes off The women knock upon my
smoking? It's the fire that burns that can make us fight Oh No [Chorus:] They rolling, they plotting We smoking, they watching Eyes open, look what you started Minds open
pick you up at 8am, leaned into the sermon so you could do the wife backrub thing ? joked about my lack of singing then I snuck off to play the piano
by the of burn of your eyes looking on as I'm starting to realize I'm a pawn in your game and this is checkmate as the roses lift their heads to catch a glimpse of my
eyes now these scars in their eyes never hurt, never bleed but like cracks in a mirror they distort all they see for when the heart?s an open wound
Virtuoso piano solo play Mozart Vocabulary colorful like feathers of a peacock Operating theater put your head upon a butchers block Rise from my own grave eyes nuclear holocaust Astronauts t-minus arc of the covenant My
sight same sounds new beats though Solid concrete under my feet No surprises no treats the world stands still as my mind sloshes round The washing up bowl in my crown My
need ya More now then I ever did, put in my heart for ya Starin' at my eyes they ain't shot, wide open Gotta love forming in my life, for another day
how you feel I consider myself a colossal big deal Why? Well, you got the key to my heart But you ain't gon' need it I'd rather you open up my body And
feel I consider myself lucky, that's a big deal Why? Well, you got the key to my heart But you ain't gonna need it, I'd rather you open up my body And
I ever did, put in my heart for ya Starin' at my eyes they ain't shot, wide open Gotta love forming in my life, for another day And I thank you for some
piano solo play Mozart Vocabulary colorful like feathers of a peacock Operating theatre put your head upon a butchers block Rise from my own grave eyes nuclear holocaust Astronauts t-minus arc of the covenant My
tie my pink bandana on 'Cause what don't kill me make me strong Sing my Billie (Holiday) "Strange Fruit" song And dig my roots up. . .Congo Square (
Sugarcane If I could find a piano Here in Bloomington, Indiana I would play it with my toes Until the girls all take their clothes off The women knock upon my
know someone softly To know someone deeply Is to know someone softly Listen to me know In my love garden I wrestled with an angel Not in a dream Her eyes
