Seems if I
Want to stay, want to stay dry
I’ve got to live, got to live beneath the water table
Or above, or above the cloud line
Anosmia to petrichor
Impervious to grief
I’m whistling the walk-on’s leitmotif
Yeah
Better than keelhauled
Through a buttermilk sky
Why?
Better than feigned victimhood
And how?
How do you speak truth
When your throat is bone dry?
When it’s better to shut up for good
I’m so so lost
Little Red, Little Red said
I’m lost in the mondegreen
I’m so so lost
As Gretel fled the gingerbread shed
I’m lost in the mondegreen
In the mondegreen
I’m between
The quiet hours of beta testing a lexical war machine
Retroflexed McGurk effects
Don’t cry, tone crime, don’t cry
Then you don’t be so mean
While shuffling through a zipper merge
On the cloverleaf
The klaxons play the walk-on’s leitmotif
Yeah
Better than keelhauled
Through a buttermilk sky
Why?
Better than feigned victimhood
And how?
How do you speak truth
When your throat is bone dry?
When it’s better to shut up for good
I’m so so lost
Little Red, Little Red said
I’m lost in the mondegreen
I’m so so lost
As Gretel fled the gingerbread shed
I’m lost in the mondegreen
I’m so so lost
Little Red, Little Red said
I’m lost in the mondegreen
I’m so so lost
As Gretel fled the gingerbread shed
I’m lost in the mondegreen
In the mondegreen
Lauren London - additional vocals
Micah Wolkenberg - drums
Shaina Wolkenberg - piano
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