The Outer Folds - Throw Me The Statue

Humid longing in the street

Creatures chewing at their needs

The breeze in cuffs can eat you up, easy when you’re young

And you’re tired of taking, take what you get

Living glamors up a hill

Just to roll you back down, so you ge the feel

Again it’s your pride that pays, more than you’ll every think

The chewing gum believers drone

Can you return that stare?

Can you maintain that whole?

Bag it happy as we came

At the dawn we died again

Sometimes the general pace, seems like some great escape

Where every moment feels like a break for it

You in the outer folds

Needs for the creeping western?

tolls?

We can’t feel real at all

Time is a force is a breaking?

point?

You in the outer folds

Needs for the creeping western?

tolls?

We can’t feel real at all

Time is a force is a breaking?

point?

How do we frame the long road home?

Tell our friends we’re almost done

So it becomes the rule, run when the running’s cool

And the writing comes, undone

Can you return that stare?

Can you maintain that whole?

You in the outer folds

Needs for the creeping western?

tolls?

We can’t feel real at all

Time is a force is a breaking?

point?

You in the outer folds

Needs for the creeping western?

tolls?

We can’t feel real at all

Time is a force is a breaking?

point?