Baby Teeth - Karate

Make yourself ready and it will come

Like baby teeth or police at the sound of the drum

Sometimes that sound is just spreading hope

And we are seeking relief 'til we get some

Lost patience, vacations

Still it comes like a storm, or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn

Don’t make it to heavy or overdone

The Tarot chance and the nonsense, those are the ones

To send to lovers' friends on the run

And don’t forget your letters to me, because I need some

Lost patience, vacations

Still it comes like a storm, or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn

I see your face from where I sit

Put a pair of lips on a heart, I think I’ve got it

Soon two, three, four on this kit I subsist

Together with knowing I am missed, we are missed

Lost patience, vacations

Still it comes like a storm, or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn

Now I will tell you what

Don’t want to shake things up

But we’re good to go one day

Next day, who knows, we’re fucked

But that’s no reason to be tame

Love takes new shapes like flames

And still it comes, warm, sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn