Plumb Lyrics

I fell in love with the sun on my back

The sun on my back

Kicked all the mushrooms for all that I lack

Listened to Andy sing indecent songs about

Singing to no one

Find a fawn tree for a hart in the shade

Listen to flagpoles cut rhythms all day

Realize the job I do's making me

Scornfully spacial

But I'll

Have a dream

Of a head

On a string

I still, like, wonder if I'll ever grow

Ripen in rain like a plumb tomato

Tire of vines in the orchard

Fall free to the soul-ground

Life sweet like honey-black-flies on a bone

Turn up the old Nevermind for a stone

White three white knuckles and spit out

The truth I've been hocking

But I'll

Have a dream

Of a head

On a string

And all

It will mean

Will be haunted

It's a sign

It's a sign

It's a sign