Wash Of Noise

I’ve got a proposition

Why don’t we change positions?

I’ll take your physical prowess

You take this rabbit hat from me

While we’re in this position

Exchanging definitions

I’d like a song to keep my memory intact

Am I high on fumes

Or do you feel it too?

This wash of noise that’s calling me to you

It’s everything, you’ll see

We’ll make it out

There’s no doubt about it