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