Kind Of Like Spitting - Bubble Congress lyrics

Faith in traffic

Faith in healthy horses

Faith in the salts of flesh,

Faith in F sharp

That quick flavor turning in a hardcore kid's eye,

As if upwards to heaven

As if faithfully by your side,

I smell catalog numbers stacking,

One yellow line racing one untouched spine.

Let it relax

All the muscles, tendons slack.

It's not the worst that you've seen.

Ports and docks, water and money

Simple little guitar things

All the worker bees

Storm up the trees

Do you need to reinstall?

I can make the call.

And the end becomes the trailer when,

What's put down in penice reacts again,

The end becomes the trailer when it's gone

The end becomes the trailer when

What's set down in fiction feeds back again,

The end becomes the trailer when it's gone.

Then our lives won't be based on facts,

Just what we heard

So we fold each other over like falling birds

Zeros after Zeroes cloud our sight.