F e b u a r y a g a i n

[Verse 1: Looms.]
Shifting sands and shrinking plans
In these injured hands; kick the crabs in the bucket
Happy enough in the shack, slacking and slumped in his habits
Gagging to covet trapped in a parish of puppets...
Fuck it
This ain't nothing but a test
Lover running for the best, covers flooding on the chest
Sullen and depressed
Words woven just to wipe away the woe... to find the face
He cried for days still

[Hook: Looms.]
Silent snares chime in tightens ears
And kids still grapple with the shadows in their bunk beds
The sands flow like rivers until the sun sets
The sands flow like rivers until the sun rests
'nough stress as the clock face screams
So we puff cest for the lost day dreams, like...

[Verse 2: Looms.]
With this song he put the ruby to the lip
Tongue tied loosely on the tip
Dumb fights, mum cried, lucy in the whip
Apple of the eye and now he chewing on the pip
Every day same old shit different day now
All the grey clouds stay; shamed as rain pounds
Chained down by fate paved since the stained gown. still he's..

[Hook: Looms.]
Silent snares chime in tightens ears
And kids still grapple with the shadows in their bunk beds
The sands flow like rivers until the sun sets
The sands flow like rivers until the sun rests
'nough stress as the clock face screams
So we puff cest for the lost day dreams, like...

[Outro: Looms.]
It's february again