Bird shadows in the state
Look out for your fortune
There's a million market men with knives sharpening kids in old cartoons
Yeah they land on the moon
We could progress right through you
Come watch our sex get swallowed
I think it's you they want
I think it's something worth saving
In their eyes all the money
All the clothes in your house
Where we made love on our couch
Where the burnt shadows land
I think it's you they want More from Still Life Still