Sqworm
Brent Knopf
As much as I pluck it out
Antennae remain
And when it's real quiet I make out
A signal that's faint
It doesn't come natural
Exercise control
I put the lamb's blood on my door
Put the lamb's blood on my door
I hold myself back
I bite my tongue
The patience that took
Though I may seem
Expressionless
My body's a book
It doesn't come natural
Exercise control
I put the lamb's blood on my door
Our most precious ambitions fail
Love it is conditional
Our most precious ambitions fail
Love it is conditional
As much as I pluck it out
Antennae remain
And when it's real quiet I make out
(Precious ambitions fail)
A signal that's faint
(Love it is conditional)
Our most precious ambitions fail
Love it is conditional
Our most precious ambitions fail
Love it is conditional