Pastry Sharp - Califone

By the time I filter down to you

A finger for an invitation

Too sane to find the feel

Cotton blood, a jewelry box

The last to leave, the last to come

The elevator waits to take you down

She throws a prayer you’ll never catch

And I’m not holding on

Baby’s in the engine room alright

Got the trap door by the feathers

Dressing for your date with the dumb anyway

Drunken sailor

Ripe heart attack station

Sharp as pastry

Now for the baby to find