Impending Morning (feat. Noodle)

Quiet is the one Poised for what will surely be An opening, a weakness at the seam Holding my hopes high I'll walk right over Just to see you in the garden With that look in your eye I'm pulling up weeds in the backyard I'm sittin' round waiting for the Tempest raging in the mountains high A body in a lake Swimming forward Just to turn again Breathe Call it a daydream These instances are real to me I don't care if you disagree I'm caught in the slipstream Pissin' on the deputies Think I'm wrong you're dead to me