I Form-Baths

[00:13.713]Graduates of tablature, a bouquet of garages [00:18.666]Put a snout to those mirages, inhaling till we bust [00:23.730]I'm sixteen and I'm unit, our instruments can do it [00:28.803]Every house show that we blew it, you couldn't get to us [00:54.827]As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering [00:57.433]So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings [00:59.865]Witness close distance with your loudest feelings [01:02.594]Come free in camradery [01:04.946]As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering [01:07.636]So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings [01:10.202]Witness close distance with your loudest feelings [01:12.680]Come free in camaraderie [01:15.823]While the rapture is young [01:20.567]Dote on the friends of your love [01:25.773]The least we suffer is with each other [01:56.447]Bedlam, but spun in a loom [02:01.383]From silks of the Moon go the bands of my youth [02:06.606]My loose performing body has all remaining moves [02:11.719]Flaunting my camaraderie in groups [02:47.700]As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering [02:50.500]So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings [02:53.044]Witness close distance with your loudest feelings [02:55.845]Come free in camaraderie [02:58.115]As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering [03:00.699]So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings [03:03.239]Witness close distance with your loudest feelings [03:05.756]Come free in camaraderie [03:09.060]While the rapture is young [03:13.572]Dote on the friends of your love