Teksty: Braid. Fire Makes The House Grow.

choked up and stupid
I juggled jokes
And tripped on your toes
thought you laughed
at a longshot
lined in rows of roses


ten seconds
and a glance
are yours
in the glass
I pour slow


Hey honey hold me
(I'm a baby
slow and steady

I'm an immobile mobile)


I've found a new way
to manipulate fire
fire
it makes the house grow


Hey honey hold me
(I'm a baby)