Testo di Broody

Hoping, dreaming, basically feeling Water my flowers, dust webs from the ceiling Ache till I sleep, I can’t think I feel weak Paint a frown for something to do I am told I’m getting old I'm lazy, crazy, broody for babies I hate being a cynic, there’s no love in it I wish I was happy for you I am just quietly patient, entirely vacant, you see all my flaws The man at the top sucked the potent out of all my pores But all this time we orbit fine All this time We wrap shit in plastic we killing her planet Fallen eden, gods breeding heathens It's us that ain't fine, mama has all the time in the world to turn it around I am just lounging, the curtains look sad So concerned for our mothers but what about dad We carry like boulders our parents on shoulders Carry the lost to the found And all this time we orbit fine All this time