I saw a rising red lung
Glisten under the sun
I wonder when it will pop
In the snow
The melody’s a mistake
An embrace at the wake
How long does it take
For us to know I want a wig that’s been blown
By something unknown
Buried under a mile
Of snow I found a fix for the fits
Come listen to this
As intimate as a kiss
Over a phone
And it goes… I found a fix for the fits
Come listen to this
It’s buried under the hiss
And it glows
Like a powerful smile
A car radio dial
As intimate as a kiss
Over a phone
And it goes
