Текст песни Every Single Instinct

Oh what did I think would happen Bank robberies and a few drinks slip back in Every page torn out and a plaintiff penciled in doubt Color slides on into your ink Landscapes strung up and still wet Form all ranges that lay flat Barely spring but green enough Obviously scarred but not too tough Every single instinct running out like regs, every one I ever had Every fork determent following your lead, evergreens and a foam sea Formulas and foul lips tied in canvas bags shreded into tiny scabs Every single instinct running out like regs, every one I ever had Every single instinct