Testo Hole in the Mud - John Taylor

Hole in the Mud

I am the flame the burns beside your window pane
you blow me out
you don’t give a damn about goo
what do you do?
I am the mind that feeds you lies every time
I am the mind that
makes you disappear like glue
how do you do?
One day I’ll fly over the trees
I’ll get to feeling so good that I won’t even ask me my age
Leave me alone you know the game pay the price
miss-interfering
I don’t interefere with you
leave me to stew
I’ll come around I’ll see the sun leave it up
I want to stay
if I see anything I want I’ll say
how much for you?
One day I’ll fly over the sea
I’ll get to feeling so good that I won’t even ask me my age
One day I’ll fly over the beach
I’ll get to feeling so good that you won’t even ask me to reach
One day I’ll fly over the trees
I’ll get to feeling so good that I won’t even ask me my name