Wyrd
GLASS ANIMALS · Zaba 2014 · Track 08 of 10
Written by Dave Bayley
Twee vole go dig your hole Squish squirmies in your nose Tree hairs in your eyes You smile so super quiet
Free air you slip on A cave edge, a black bowl Breathing deep and slow As your own splash echoes
You can't run so you must hide You won't make it back this time I sold your rope for a bucket Of lemon peel, now suck it
So my friend our time is done You and I could've had so much With ropes for the bucket Of luscious black gold nuggets, yeah...
Oh, vole where did you go? Dim lanterns held by groans Of beasties sad and tired Lost in the muck and...
It's all dank and gross Slugs on shrooms bubble smoke Through pipes and mondo rolls Their fuzzy warbles drone
Mmmm, baby Mmmm, baby Mmmm, baby please Don't go
You can't run so you must hide You won't make it back this time I sold your rope for a bucket Of lemon peel, now suck it
So my friend our time is done You and I could've had so much With ropes for the buckets Of luscious black gold nuggets
You can't run so you must hide You won't make it back this time I sold your rope for a bucket Of lemon peel, now suck it
So my friend our time is done You and I could've had so much With ropes for the buckets Of luscious black gold nuggets, yeah...