Farsickness Songtext
I've got a farsickness
Bringing out the purple in the trees
In what I'd always thought up
As being brown, being brown, being brown
I am still in the cupola
Wondering about your cryptic dream
A single piece of sushi made
From porcelain, from porcelain, from porcelain
Bringing out the purple in the trees
In what I'd always thought up
As being brown, being brown, being brown
I am still in the cupola
Wondering about your cryptic dream
A single piece of sushi made
From porcelain, from porcelain, from porcelain
Little do I remember
Of what I saw the night we first
Slept inside of warm skin
Remember, remember, remember
I've got a farsickness
For the open edge of anywhere
To vanish up an endless stair
On apple pies, and Julian I don't care
Of what I saw the night we first
Slept inside of warm skin
Remember, remember, remember
I've got a farsickness
For the open edge of anywhere
To vanish up an endless stair
On apple pies, and Julian I don't care
