Work it out on a Holy Level
You take me down with your vanguishing
Yeah you hear that sound? It's two hearts lanquishing
Yeah you work it out on a holy level
I don't know why I ever let you turn me on like you did, you did
You took my heart for a jog I ran with you but maybe should've stayed hidden from view
Away, October days
The warmness seeped inside my head
And he's away or so he says
Was he asleep? Or fucking? Or dead?
Work it out on a Holy Level
You take me down with your vanguishing
Yeah you hear that sound? It's two hearts lanquishing
Yeah you work it out on a holy level
Work it out on a Holy Level
You take me down with your vanguishing
Yeah you hear that sound? It's two hearts lanquishing
Yeah you work it out on a holy level
Yes there is a ritualistic aspect of it
Yes there exists a dichotomy of complete control
In a parallel existence with losing grip, losing grip
Of all you thought you know, you know
It's on the sodapop can turned upside down
And water changes form like all around, all around
You draw it into you, through a heavy cloud, heavy cloud
And you're all alone as you get wound, you get wound
And you're all alone as you get wound, you get wound...
Copyright 2008 Beau Phillips