Songtext von Tantra Practice

Get a camper, take the coast Sit on Pismo Beach Find a psychic in the sand Twenty bucks for lucky weed Forgot to knock on wood I got there anyway We had a great time Doing tantra practice Your railroad city bounds Our heartstrings when we cry Laughing on the couch Doing tantra practice We fell hard this summer Called the best nutritionist Watched your daughter’s mother Sell the house that you once lived I called you in that cry When snow fell the first time I wished that you were there Doing tantra practice We fall asleep on phones Cause we both live alone Met me in Park Slope Doing tantra practice Ahhh Doing tantra practice Ahhh Doing tantra practice