Strangenecks - Cultfever

Our chimney puffs a lighter cloud.

I hear you don’t even make a sound.

Once I recalled the gall of that one.

Say on this one we won’t we both lose.

I’m a child to lose.

Stone chiseled like a free-standing house.

Fleeting, domestic like a mouse.

Give us a flake of snow, one or two.

Fall on our walls and keep us stuck too.

I’m a child to lose.

Don’t be a performer.

The fact is back and warmer anyway.

Say you would not be troubled at all.

Make me big when I’m small.

It’s such a pain to speak up to you.

You were renowned a child with blues.

Watching those men hang from a noose

How could you want me in your shoes?

I’m a child to lose.

Don’t be a performer.

It’s fact that I am warmer anyway.

Say you would not be troubled at all.

Make me big when I’m small.