Spine

Intro:
I pour my oats into a porcelain bowl
It's missing something its milk I suppose
I look deep and dig straight to the bone

Bridge:
I look deep and dig straight to the dome
Cause finding what I'm looking for will send me straight to the stones
Move and dead at roll
And silver plated chrome
Shovel out gloves on dig straight below
No need to tell me what I already know
That no one likes to borrow joy from tomorrow
Hole so deep catch the mad vertigo
And throw it from the feeling
Feeling like I don't know

Chorus:
Hope not zero
Hope there's soul
Hope that breakfast will not get too cold
Everything will be all right
Hope not zero
Hope there's soul
Hope that breakfast will not get too cold
Hope not zero
Hope there's soul
Hope that breakfast will not get too cold
Everything will be all right