Spirits of Turpentine
The fatal style of tomorrow
Always exists beyond our own lap
Can you wrap your mind around that
You have no control and no slack
The grain of a rock
And the rain from a cloud
The juice of an orange
And a train into town
The waste of a day
And we're trapped I say
The ash of a fire
The fatal style of tomorrow
Always exists beyond our own lap
Can you wrap your mind around that
Always exists beyond our own lap
Can you wrap your mind around that
You have no control and no slack
The grain of a rock
And the rain from a cloud
The juice of an orange
And a train into town
The waste of a day
And we're trapped I say
The ash of a fire
The fatal style of tomorrow
Always exists beyond our own lap
Can you wrap your mind around that
Credits
Writer(s): Blake Westerby
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