That was a friend I never wanted And now I see riding along a silver car She made the cabinet get haunted A traitor though, no trade enough to make a spark Is that a dust upon the chalice or another seed To grow a furrow in the brow? Prop it up one corner to another Bottom lip hangs lower Top across the teeth you chatter Ear is to the ground Prop it up one corner to another Bottom lip hangs lower Top across the teeth you chatter Ear is to the ground I'm in a limit and it's a shame See something breaking and I do the same Same one smile trauma brains Harness the power of the lunar to sympathize The energy of being wrong The solitary of Apollo, a wooden tooth Have a heaven of their own Same one smile is their home Prop it up one corner to another Bottom lip hangs lower Top across the teeth you chatter Ear is to the ground Prop it up one corner to another Bottom lip hangs lower Top across the teeth you chatter Ear is to the ground Ear is to the ground Ear is to the ground