Peanut Butter Oven

[Verse] One thing to be Would be the dust on TV One thing to be Stones wet with sympathy One thing to be A taste, a smell, a feeling for free A cry sometimes Cuts a line across the sky And sleeps in close Sticking to my ears at night [Verse] One thing to be Would be the dust on TV One thing to be Stones wet with sympathy One thing to be A taste, a smell, a feeling for free A cry sometimes Cuts a line across the sky And sleeps in close Sticking to my ears at night