Cover Up

And little bird, stand in the cover of my eyes

It would seem not so natal

Some sacred word, some stupid kick

So you've got me where you want

Into the breed

Into the spending of my mind

You've warned me instead

Now you got away

You got away

Time

Come and live through generalic ordinary things

No god would live in a home

Don't follow me

Just end the presumption and we are gone

Can he be leaning away

Just to give me a sense?

Of what I'd be missing from you

You got a way

You got a way

Time

You got a way

Time

How could I guess?