Lyrics:

Thoughts seem to stumble out of my mouth
I can't seem to stop and talk to them
Fear tries, to pierce the armour of truth
Hollow point sniper hyperbole

I can't, seem
To follow a pendulum
And there must be organic cures for me
Report to base
Instrumental Case
Here's the map to my oubliette

Once more
I'm flying with Brian my friend
Hold me
Bonavista baby
Moose meat
Neighboured a medley of beans
Screech me

I's the b'y that built the boat
I's the b'y that sailed her
I's the b'y the sunk the ship
You're the one that saves me
With love

You make me flow
You help me to grow
You make me glow
You help me to know