FOX AND BONES

Lyrics

Love is a tricky little thing
Bends you over the sofa
Eat your heart out girl
It makes you want to scream

Its also a marching band
Its the beat, its the rhythm
Its the synapses firing within our hand

It opens you like a flower
In the warm receipt of spring
Often times of power
Loose their tone, but keep their ring

Love is a harrowing dream
Its illusion and wonder and darkness
Wrapped all up as the same thing

To share in a lucid being
You can run, you can hide
But avoidance is admittance of the thing

It opens you like a flower
In the warm receipt of spring
Often times of power
Loose their tone, but keep their ring