Page France The Belly In The Fish Lyrics
Little dove to the belly of the fish
You'll get used to it
I cracked your egg to hear you chirp again
Now, I'm losing it
It rains the most on the head of the weatherman
I boast the ghost who was spit out of his own skin
Now, you look like me, chasing rabbits up and down the trees
Soon my habits will find you, my darling, underneath the leaves
I feel so big, my own two feet can walk on the water's back
I shut the gate to watch you wait
Oh god, it felt so good I had to stop
Before I got too carried away
I laughed, ha ha
It's the joke I shouldn't play
Now, you look like me, chasing rabbits up and down the trees
Soon my habits will find you, my darling, underneath the leaves
Now, you look like me, chasing rabbits up and down the trees
Soon my habits will find you, my darling, underneath the leaves
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