Eight Legged Dog Lyrics by String Machine
And it forms into a lung
To breathe you in
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And it forms into a lung
To breathe you in
Hands on the helm of aging
I’ve had friends jump ship
Bring home your blankets
I’ll hold you through the storm
Took my exaggerations
Laid them to rest in the garden of sticks
Edith, I’ve collected sticks
To break, orchestrate the sound
When the fire escape became the only way we could get away
They burned down our harvest, they can’t keep us hostage
I’m falling behind you
I can’t seem to keep that sh#t straight
She brews tea loose leaf
And in the breeze, we’re alright to be