Lyrics Squeeze Box - Fire on Fire

Squeeze Box

Squeeze box, a near death
Tolls on the eye wrinklin' in a soft bed
We can’t get out of all day long
Heavy eye lids callin' heavy lid operators
Spread red across my chest
Rosy my cheeks, pop pop
It all runs out, good and bad blood
Pulsing neighborly, sparse containers
Avoiding ladders and pacifiers — enough
For to heed the eye of the needle to scold
For its only goal
Does a man see his own face
Or the flaws and shadows beneath
So’s to step and read my name
Mark me colored out a bone shaped rescue
Oh, oh I’ll never wait wet again
Suckin' smoke from nostril to ear
And early wedding portrait for any day
Being is believing
On this planet not mine, not yours