Flea
by Agriculture
From the album: The Spiritual Sound
Duration: 03:55
Lyrics for Flea
My dog is hunting rabbits in the yard Casey's at home, watching TV I step in, do what I can He doesn't care, just wants to watch them Flea says no, the word's despair He gathers, folds, takes a leak, dim Light depresses, dusts the top and Sits with April as she unfolds her Knees, Sibylle calls, like no one's home Her mouth tears open, sigh, breathe, and There, I saw a lonely doe Suz wakes up, gets dressed and leaves It looks like hunger, this tableau Birds descending on piles of feet in Living rooms, they're born again to Men like ghosts attached to Teeth, the words sting in passing More or less What's left to find for You anymore What's left to find that You don't see I'd give truth to your life What's left to find that You don't see When I could I'd try To speak to you clearly I paled against so many Denials every day "I wanna die" You took your life As if what's broken Laid inside I couldn't help it I tried So what "So what if wood learns she's made a violin?" Where trust and love fail Fear makes a map You followed it