Besedila: Atmosphere. Abusing Of The Rib.

[Slug]
I wanna follow the footprints across my lovers stomach
i wanna call out her name before i plum it
i wish i had a map of the terrain so i could step around the landmines
avoid the beasts under the bed that read they bedtimes
i wanna find these here socalled treasures
the pleasures the trinkets the never ending weekends
acknowladging that i'm still just a piece of the sequense
but seeing this different footprints got me needin to show my weekness
time lies the time zones
i cross them with my eyes closed
memorise the landmarks and learn the cycles
the weather patterns how the seasons effect
the east and the west of each region learning cylces
forget about the fact that
many trails have been tracked
maybe it's a plus that theres a path
if this was some uncharted land i'd have to be a smarter man
willing to travel the farthest to unravel the harvest
and natural resources are unlimited
exploration only requires some desire and initiative
take your time and find the right way to climb
it ain't safe to play games with natures mind

if i could show you, you would never leave it
and if i could show you, you would never leave it
if i could show you, you would never leave it
and if i could show you, you would never leave it
if i could show you, you would never leave it
and if i could show you, you would never leave it
if i could show you, you would never leave it
and if i could show you, you would never

i wanna ride a train up my lovers arm
stop of at the brain
then hop out and find out what's going on
cut thru trees and ride thru rocks
and synchronise the universal sun down to my watch
i've seen a lot
but not quite as much as her
the top went of the memory and the imagination blurred
but i know she's been put thru hell
i can feel it
and i know she's touched having this well
trying to steal it
it came on and it tought her a song
it's strung her along and it caught her when the god was gone
now to the break-o-dawn she's tryin to feel that fix
and all the family and friends is tryin to seel them lips
but i ain't dumb
i can hear that train come from miles away
setting obstacles to stop the arrival
i'm gonna blow up that iron in wood rogue
from what i understood those be the aura fit's of his survival
my recidal another tantrum
because she's highly excitable swinging wings of red nova
happy endings always of to a bad start
addictive voyeuristic to the trackmarks

and if i could show you, you would never leave it (fade till end)