Lyrics

Non skippable thoughts non skippable nuts second hand deer and second hand bear
a corny female nude

buying a hat
taming a cat
grieve takes many forms sharpen a knife gambling with life
with a pinch of scorn

The road is long and full of potholes all around my broken dreams
I drove up to New Berlin
found some things I’ve never seen

It’s a sign infallible sign
if the moon is riding high
I hold the line
I bear my fears illogical fears if the moon is riding high
I hold the line
I hold the line

Emotional void tired of toys
the lake is full of ice the stories they told are boring and cold corroded by mice