On a Wagon - Narwhal

Spin me around on a wagon wheel/ upside down tell me how it feels

Here are my lungs watch them collapse cement and bricks and your sinking

Faster now spin me faster, around

A butter knife to the jaw/ here’s my arm eat it

Raw off the bone heavens not on my way home

All the good boys try to say

That they’ll wait for Sunday

He loves to be alone you love where lights are shown

Glitter bright, hot light, sleep tight you wont remember me

Unless you wake up, dreaming

Your words they carry on through me/ echoing like a story

This hearts its so lonely so cut the rope off of the tree

Faster now spin me faster around

I’ve got a box full of apologies collecting dust

Inside of my soul heavens not on my way home