Lyrics:

Clouds descending

I'm not policing

What you think and dream

I run into your thought from

Across the room

Just another trick can i

Weather this

I've got a fever above my waist

You got a squeeze box on your knee

I know the truth is in between the

1st and the 40th drink

Concertina concertina a chill that bends

This I swear you're the fiercest calm

I've been in the soul quake

Happened here in a glass world

Particle by particle she slowly changes

She likes hanging chinese paper cuts just

Another fix

Can I weather this

I got my fuzz all tipped to play

I got a dub on your landscape

Then there's your policy of trancing

The sauce without the blame too far

Too far too far it could all get way too cheerful

Concertina I know the truth lies in

Between the 1st and 40th drink

Clouds descending