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
(Oh 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 Rad
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