歌词
My father's house, my mother tongue
My frozen cells give me away
I'm more than sound, I'm more than skin
I'm more than self
I'm more without than I'm within
Or so it seems, seems like it could be drunk
It could be driving me
I want to see, I want to be, want to believe
Hangin' up my three sheets thinking of thee
How not to die, how to ket go, how do you do
That which you do with your eyes closed
Get down sometimes, give something up
Get good and by, I know you are cause so am I
It's in three whiskies deep, obscene, pickin up steam