Close Lobsters - Foxheads Lyrics
A summer of disease beganwhere the sacred river runsI reluctantly threw the boomerangLoop to loop of a satelliterelaying, not speaking or sayingAn eye in the sky for boomerangFoxheads stalk this landFoxheads stalk this landDrifting through the tropic of Cancera summer disease beganI reluctantly threw the boomerangLoop to loop a river rana summer of last rites beganAnd I am the sky for boomerangFoxheads stalk this landFoxheads stalk this landWhere the sacred river ranA summer of last rites beganAnd I am the sky for boomerangLoop to loop of a satelliterelaying, not speaking or sayingAn eye in the sky for boomerangFoxheads stalk this landFoxheads stalk this land(How does it feel when your head hits the pillow?(feels too low?)How does it feel when your head hits the pillow?(feels too low?)