Will I get washed away in the end?
Will I get to clear a set of mind?
Grappling on the wash sheets,
pasture wants to take on the claim
It's such a shame
Something's clocking my neck,
floating on the surface
Moon's coming down, but I hope she's sun
Coming back to undone dishes,
posing in the light of your matches
Rewiring all the souls,
they're empty,
truth be told my head is all rusty
Will I get washed away in the end?
Will I get to clear a set of mind?
Grappling on the wash sheets,
pasture wants to take on the claim
It's such a shame
When the sun goes round,
only you are gone,
a couple been warned
Moon and me, there's no escaping,
moon derives the tax evasion
