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?



Credits
Writer(s): Arian Baghaei-rad
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