Billy Fish

My eyes are needles With eyes not so narrow Another win and we were finished for a while My love a head wound and your free, head wound Don't know what I even wanna try to be Wake up, come on! Your tongue makes it happen A little prince with the gold and the money in his hands I got my heaven warded And you're not my ground And we are all just alive I just don't like them alone And I can hear Not so you'd know The hand a man needs And then one will a-lone Hey! Buckets run to fit slim pickens Fits where it's sold Soon be outgrown Let it die at best it's broken At least it knows it goes unspoken You should have known Water's high, my clock's stopped ticking This body's cold Still growing bolder Hey!!!