Lounge

I don't care that flowers grow for you,

And me, and me

You don't know what love is till you see,

Her standing there

A web of skin and nails and hair

A web of skin and nails and hair

And bones and bones,

And thorns

Rushing in, out her hair

You think you are alive, but you are dead

You keep, on driving in your car asleep

I'm driving in your car

I dont know why flowers grow in winter time

The sky turns gray the sun don't shine

And people rush to be on time

For warmth they wrap them selves in woolen cloaks

And hats and scarves

Like larva in their incubators

And drive and drive

[noises]

And drive and drive and drive

Until they get away