Up the Arbor - Primitive Radio Gods

Tell him now

What can I do then?

You can’t stop and dream

Tell me I am the glimpse

It’s deviltry now

Must be something they could in the war

And humans treat for the sceneries

All to know, know, know

Don’t we need to find you

The raspy waters in the sky?

What they get inside you

If that’s more, more, more, more, more, more