Whitefish

Loosen up your grip He's not right you can tell I'd like to welcome you To my personal hell You'll empty out your minds and clear the sighs Beat around the bush Open someone else's mail The blue bowl is full of loose screws and nails he built it for free He was climbing towards the sun The radiator bleeds That's right you can't talk to me I'll just get mad and blame you for it all It runs in our blood Our cold tired hearts Compare and despair Loosen up your grip He's not right you can tell You'll empty your minds And clear out the sighs You'll empty your minds And clear out the sighs You'll empty your minds And clear out the sighs