Songtexte:
The Fold Going For My Lungs

I?m going for my lungs these days Going for it now Quietness of mind We both know it?s true I?m going for my lungs these days Going for it now (Going for

going for my lungs these days I?m going for it now (going for it now) Get out of my dreams, get into my arms I miss that smile on your face (get out of my

be smoking weed, pacing myself Without a change in my schedule steady chasing my mail Until my life is at the finish with no more breath in my lungs

Monkey shines Snow capped strangers Blind folded we hold hands Going nowhere and far A signpost empty I forget who I am No road is forever dear friend

your big mouth closed 'Fore I stick the muzzle of the chrome in that hole under your nose Send a signal to my index, and tell it to fold In the direction of my

thinking ya'll slice the sweet And quickly rolled it up got to catch you fold it up In the green with the heat of my cup Stupid stuff but all my cudees