The Thumps
The times you had to wrestle with your ecstasy
I was running circles for so long
I had to breathe

Slender like a broom
One day you'll never be
A grain fed groom in this town
So start up the nicotine
And take a trip of the soul

And I'm such a heel for thinking that well

I know exactly why you came
To open doors and make my eyeballs rain
To fix the shirts that hide the wear
I keep it with my tongue and the locks of hair

And I'm such a heel for thinking that well

You raised me up far too well
Raced through the door
I left my courage in the top drawer
I held a cup to the moon
I took it and wore it
To hide the pump that slipped out
And I'm such a heel for thinking that well