Tidal

Thanks for tuning in But before I play this tune I need to tune I feel like a cartoon Okay, here's the first verse It's about the universe And someone who wants to verse It's your turn, of course To play a couple of chords And correlate with the course And become of one accord Switching over to cordless Into the core existence According to my sources And corrupted corpses She is a sorceress Soaring over the sword A sore ringing in her ear Sorting out the sorority's Forty deadly fears But beware You need to be aware That it may be Maybe too much to make believe And it's worth way more than 80 cents If that even makes any sense I feel like I could feel it ever since I found a way to feel another sense I fell away and followed other scents I dug a hole and let go of the whole absence I went to war and waited and wore away just like incense I waved back when I felt the waves crash from the synths in my absinthe You're never really ever making sense of it So how do we get a better incentive It's to begin being less and less insensitive And try to be a little more sentimental Have you ever seen Switching scenes to the serene It's been a year now so it seems Maybe it's time to sew the seams Or slit them and forget about the past And everything that has passed And rather remain in the present Presenting yourself a present Open it up and you'll see That secretly there's a sea Of sinking back into sleep And thinking of nothing And no thanks, she doesn't wanna Drown another round She's wound enough around To finally figure out To not go with your route She's spent too many hours Letting him call it "ours" And now or later One more roll of the die And he might try to make her Roll over and die Is it too often too hard to have Peace of mind If I had her heart She'd have a piece of mine And it's worth way more than 80 cents If that even makes any sense I feel like I could feel it ever since I found a way to feel another sense I fell away and followed other scents I dug a hole and let go of the whole absence I went to war and waited and wore away just like incense I waved back when I felt the waves crash from the synths in my absinthe You're never really ever making sense of it So how do we get a better incentive It's to begin being less and less insensitive And try to be a little more sentimental You're never really ever making sense of it So how do we get a better incentive It's to begin being less and less insensitive And try to be a little more sentimental-tal-tal You're never really ever making sense of it-it-it So how do we get a better incentive It's to begin being less and less insensitive And try to be-be-be more sentimental-tal You're never really ever making sense of it So how do we get a better incentive It's to begin being less and less insensitive And try to be a little more - try to be a little more Try to be a little more sentimental So how do we get a better incentive It's to begin being less and less insensitive And try to be a little more sentimental