Breeze blows out while the tide comes in.
Take a deep breath, but the air is thin.
Hear 'em rustle up the back of the woods.
Sore-back stand on a hot red beach.
Horizon's bending outta reach.
I'd be out there if I could.
Smoke on the air and the air is thin.
Talkin' big but feelin' small.
Painted my face like they said I should.
Haven't dissolved yet, touch wood.
Real short trip but a gut-drop fall.
Breeze blows out while the tide comes in.
The mountains hide their giant faces.
Smoke on the air and the air is cold.
Cuttlebone spewed on the old red beach.
Gull-food lines from an unread speech.
I was never young and I will never be old.
Nothin' but space in the cut-back spaces.
Painting my face like they said I should.
Haven't dissolved yet, touch wood. (touch wood.)
Something's underfoot but I don't know what.
Saw-back stood while the cuttlefish rot.
And I'm standing in the shallows like you said I should.
Haven't dissolved yet, touch wood. (touch wood.)
What I wouldn't give for a moment that didn't slide into the next one,
What I wouldn't give for stillness, oh,
What I wouldn't give to hold my breath.
What I wouldn't give for a mood that didn't slide into a black one,
What I wouldn't give for stillness, oh,
What I wouldn't give to hold my breath.
A friend of mine put me in touch with this dude a million years ago and he was the friendliest, most helpful guy in the world. And this EP is a jam. Leonardo's Robot
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