Lyrics Timber Timbre

Timber Timbre

This Low Commotion

What does it mean to be unhealthy badly my love?

To be in a bad state so well

What does it mean to face desire so sadly?

To beg at the empty well

Residual images of our love

Are just a dot on the sheet of your love

To know every man, every place that youve been

You turned me on, then you turned on me

This low commotion

This low commotion

This low commotion

This low commotion

Is going down, down, down, down

This low commotion

This low commotion

This low commotion

America weren't you a miracle?

A fleeting chance in whole

But this low, low, low commotion

Would not leave our paridise alone

And my two hands landed

Like two spiders on your knee

And one right ring finger branded

But two lefts for two brands to please

Residual images of our love

Are just a dot on the sheet of your love

But to know every man, every face that you've seen

Baby you turned me on, then you turned on me

This low commotion

This low commotion

This low commotion

This low commotion

This low commotion

Is going down, is going down

Is going down, is going down

Your low commotion

Your low commotion

Your low commotion

Your low commotion