Spools from Look Look by TUFT

I picked a flower. I ate the petals
to get a feel for how they might've smelled.
I've got a thought or two stuck back deep and in.
I'll know what you say when you say it.

If I listen in on the first time, by the third pass
I'll hear you just fine.
I think my slope slipped, I've got my fingers tied.
By the third pass, I'll hear you just fine.

I picked a flower. I ate the petals
to get a feel for how they might've smelled.
I've got a thought or two stuck back deep and in.
I'll know what you say when you say it.

I'm thinking deep thoughts in my bedroom.
Flying big kites from a small spool.
There's a weak grip holding on to you.
Above the storm clouds, there's some headroom.

If I listen in on the first time, by the third pass
I'll hear you just fine.
I think my slope slipped, I've got my fingers tied.

By the third pass, I'll hear you just fine.

If I listen in on the first time, by the third pass
I'll hear you just fine.
I think that my slope slipped, I've got my fingers tied.
By the third pass, I hear you.

I listen the first time. The third pass you're just fine.
My slope slipped. My heart's tied.
I'm listening to the words.

Oh weak grip in the bedroom
above the storm clouds looking down on you.
Oh weak grip holding onto you,
above the storm clouds, there's some headroom.

• Rock
• Los Angeles