Lyrics: Harry Ling
Music: Harry Ling
How do you keep this under wraps?
Swept under the carpet
I wanna talk in thousands of ways
I wanna talk our way into living
I wanna talk like our world’s beginning
A song out of the darkness
To the crest at the top of the wave
Submerged and washed ashore
I wanna talk on it all
I wanna talk like our legs are growing
As slowly as the trees grow
Another digit every million years
Lemme count all the places
I wanna go with you
I wanna talk like our wings are spreading
Up above the motion
To the leaves at the top of the trees
To the expanse of the sky
I wanna talk you and I
Lost a couple feathers on the way
Might just be the stress baby
Could be the way that they’re burning the trees?
Either way I need a flush
I need a flush so I wanna talk on it
I wanna talk on it everywhere
No, no, no, no, no
No it’s not the place
No it’s not the place to do this
But this time I will