Texty:
The Stairs On Sleep Lab

I'm going out riding on my crooked horse I'm going out riding on my crooked horse for she's the one who tracks a steady course through the debris of

boats float down the sinewy seaweed stream open book take a look you'll find yourself in the strangest places here I stand compass in hand fixed for fighting nights waltzing on

It's a decent day for November 10th weeks of driving rain fell across my bed and I know a girl who wears tight eyes and she never goes outside and she

Magician steps into a photo booth he's taking pictures to remind you that not every illusion's untrue I drag a sun spot down to your door I translate

trees the sun is singing all over me there's a house in the valley, reeling with the feeling of the people inside see the laughing bride see the young man drunk on

You could leave but what would Helen think of you she's so down with everything you damn kids do I myself economize my words it's true oh no, here comes

Who hid the widow at the bottom of the well? who put the snowstorm inside the snail shell? and where is the man who says he don't give a damn what they

is resulting As the sickest fuck on the planet earth catapulting molting I'll be a billionaire and still be down to throw you down the stairs And kill