Blow Ins - Bell X1

I should know my time and place

I’m Tuesdays child without the grace

Bring your canary, bring your flame

There’s a rich seem of wind in my coal mine

We’re just blow ins

On the storm of time

Yeah we’re just stoppin'

For a while

Bucket of water to separate

Those horny dogs of church and state

God of ego and god of light

Pushes us to the corner of our own life

We’re just blow ins

On the storm of time

Yeah we’re just stoppin'

For a while

I’m like a magpie with all that’s shiny and new

I can’t help myself, I pick a pocket or two

And if our time was, but a day

We’d show up around midnight, and say hey

Cause we’re just blow ins

On the storm of time

Yeah we’re just stoppin'

For a while