By the Spoonful

It's not how you spend it
It's how good the idea fits
It's not how you say it
It depends on how your dream's lit

Oh keep the spoons ready
When it's getting white, grey, dark grey, black
Keep them hanging around your neck

I let a hole grow in my belly
In my belly

Where sounds and leaves rot
Where bluffs conceal what you've got
Where almost nothing is a lot
Where I am what you're not

Oh keep the spoons ready
When it's getting white, grey, dark grey, black
Keep them hanging around your neck

I let a hole grow in my belly
And I intend to fill it by the spoonful
I let a hole grow in my belly



Credits
Writer(s): Philippa Kircher
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