Shapeshift - HORSE the Band

Pushing thrusting bulbs into the light

A peasant thought starts it’s flight

From reason and from fact

A peasant thought

Grows two legs

Opens up it’s heart

An absurd courtship

Oh dear

Oh dear

What has become of hesitation?

Oh dear

Oh dear

Did the mosquito’s bite bring me down?

She said, «Let's sing the crippling song»

Her lips always ate moments like days

and I was not prepared

I was gone

and I was not prepared

To let my guard down

So I fed her the end