Course in fable Faked by still lightning In search of of able Cut my hand Trying to reach Into Low talk of Heard the cross that you hung on had cable Midweek adverts for joint pain undermine salvation Loose walk When I wrote the song would breathe It was the best I'd ever had Jammed up on axis bent Was the sidestep of relief Blank and jotted First wind of capture I was learned in the back rooms Of park facing housing Ox marked My lament and possibly rear view Bottled in one parts friend The other gold muse Fuck truth When I wrote the song would breathe It was the best I'd ever had Jammed up on axis bent It was the sidestep of relief