Low and Slow

Alien smells and other people’s hair

in the eye’s of an iron will

are the pearls of a malaise

around the neck of a headless thing

So I go low and slow

and enjoy the melancholy

I go low and slow

and enjoy the melancholy

I could train in other things

I have patients in waiting rooms

never fall in love again

I take swabs from the best bits

And go low and slow

and enjoy the melancholy

I go low and slow

and enjoy the melancholy

I’d rather be anywhere

other than your party

like I’m strapped in

and ejecting from normal

I go low and slow

and enjoy the melancholy

I go low and slow

and enjoy the melancholy

We transport a piano through Europe

like an illegal ivory trade

I go low and slow

and enjoy the melancholy

I go low and slow

and enjoy the melancholy

I’d rather be anywhere

other than your party

like I’m strapped in

and ejecting from normal