The hair is blonde and falls
Down your face
An unsuccessful attempt
To try and erase
The fog is blue and settles
Settles with the heat
This bitching is familiar I can
Trace you with my feet
Chorus
The matter is not where we go
But how long it will last
The question is how fast
This is not a test, it's just an ask
And the question is how fast
A bird that's small enough
To winter in your ear
Bleeds you draining cup of oil
It's bitter, makes me cheer
?grasping body front
?cleaning into moon
Sheets are wrapped around I will be
Joining you there soon
Chorus
And the question is...
