The Crawling

Something is crawling, yes, it's crawling

Out of a dark place into a light place

Something is spawning, yes, it's spawning

Out of a damp place into a dry place

Something is swarming, yes, it's swarming

Out of a flaky place into a scented place

Ummm

I see the trail, the broken stems of corn

I see the shadow, but not the thing itself

I see the plume of smoke on the horizon

I hear the shouts and screams, but I don't know much

Something is crawling

Why do you ask me?

Why do you touch me?(Why touch me?)

Why do you ask me?

Why do you touch me?(Why touch me?)

Because there's nothing left

It's only flesh and blood (Nothing left)

Because there's nothing there

It's only flesh and blood (Nothing left)

You think you've got her and you're a lucky guy

But can you hold a fish?

You think you know her, you're so intuitive

But can you know a mist?

Yeah, how long do you want it?

How long have you got it, baby, flesh and blood?

Have you got it, baby, flesh and blood?

Have you got it, baby, flesh and blood?

Have you got it, baby, flesh and blood?

Have you got it, baby, flesh and blood?

Have you got it, baby?

Have you got it, baby?

Have you got it, baby, flesh and blood?

Have you got it, baby?

Have you got it, baby?

Have you got it, baby, flesh and blood?