Lyrics
it's good to stop and rest for a while...but then move along, move along. i know what's waiting in these amber-colored octaves. a distillation of all my best defenses. a distillation of all your best defenses. worthy as a birdie in the bush with two hands. worth less than a cat with no master. worthy as a birdie in the bush with two hands. two hands. YOU'VE GOT A CLEAR SHOT AT MY WEARY EYE. i know what's waiting in these amber-colored octaves. it's what i sink with my battleship. it's what's kept in my graveyard. a thousand bodies buried and no marker. a thousand bodies buried and no marker.