Lyrics Last One - Fred Thomas

Last One

I’ve got a nervous heart
Afraid of it’s own sighs
But I know, I know it’s real
It just won’t materialise
These songs just say one thing
They say I can’t be dried
And all of that swam this thing
They found the other crying
I’ve admitted to staying off the sidewalk
When those clothes talk
Scattered as like dirty clothes all along
Those battling teeth keep a bristling relief
As the temperature goes up
As the summer explodes us
Gripped needle in a fever stalk
I’v got a anxious love
It shoots me all the tim
I know, I know it’s been
The last thing on you mind