Dirt - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard

Handshakes and bitter rows

Are the common conjecture

I can dissect anything

And save the skin for later

I know it’s just a time

And things will get better

But I don’t mind much anyway

Vampire reflection

Gestured in our selfish understanding

Tensions only surface when you’re hurt, h-h-h-hurt

Like a magpie’s morning monologue

Whispers bending backwards in the dirt

The dirt, the dirt

Make time to say you’re right

You should already know this

With next to no pretension

Still, I’m walking on egg shells

Catch your breath, I’m heading out

Be sure others will notice

This is just a product of

Lack of reflection

Like a magpie’s morning monologue

Whispers bending backwards in the dirt

The dirt, the dirt