Sometimes I here them call We were so close to the waterfall Knowing me is loosing all Ten-Thousand flys turn into balls
Now fibbing to me was not that good Fibbing to me made me feel down I can't come to you to be found
Now I got a face dull of scars You were hiring on some distant stars We're the voices of the underground Feel the vibrations of my breakdown
Sometimes I here you call We were so close to the waterfall Flys were buzzing around our heads Why our baby stayed in bed