Pail Of Air lyrics

Creeping charlies don't need too much light sorry, wrong number, apology accepted. i see no cloud ring wind wave, simply something wicked whipping once around the moon... what do you want? the bed is made, give me the cigarette money or a pail full of air... i spit up string in granny knots, my foot's asleep or else i'd walk am i having sex or huffing gas? my mind's asleep or else i wouldn't ask.