Prospect Hummer şarkı sözleri

It's quiet on my floor Except for the gospel ladies Just the smell of some wicked candles Makes me think into the bowl of sanity They wear light-rimmed hats and joyful smiles Who loved to run up the street branch And in the middle of it is a puddle of water Wind of faithful voices Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Your cat is a friendly brother Would offer his heart with allegience And if he could talk we'd be best friends The only friend he has is his food bowl And he bites away at your book hand For the commendable attention you give him And you cuddle for a half an hour Till he dreams about his food bowl Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa I'll leave you in my heart Six or seven later I'm still very, very hungry I'm still writing songs I can't play at all But my heaven is all around me And there's Zulu in my body Have I eaten all the very good dates now? Is our night worth contemplating?