At Dinner
I shake like a Quaker
Having a peak experience
When you skip across my mind
I haven't felt this way in years
Fortunes can be free
And talk is cheap
So call me
The nape of your neck
This is a holy land
I need a glass of New York water
To catch all the falling sand
My mother is a fish
She swims all day
And paints all night
And it breaks my heart
But I'm doing the same exact Thing for now
What about you babe?
What about you?
Having a peak experience
When you skip across my mind
I haven't felt this way in years
Fortunes can be free
And talk is cheap
So call me
The nape of your neck
This is a holy land
I need a glass of New York water
To catch all the falling sand
My mother is a fish
She swims all day
And paints all night
And it breaks my heart
But I'm doing the same exact Thing for now
What about you babe?
What about you?
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Writer(s): Arian Baghaei-rad
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