Download mp3 - In that : Nadya J Phoenix
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by nadya_phoenix@optusnet.com.au]
In that house, on that street,
‘Bout a year ago last week,
Buried my head so deep in his lap,
Sucked from earth in two I snapped,
Stole the moon’s paper read that;
My head was still buried deep in his lap,
Tunnelled through time and space,
Flew until my stomach was full,
Stepped into and alien land,
Used it as my muse,
Kiss the hand (echo) the hand,
That led me there,
Inspired it to touch me,
It could not move,
Could not walk,
Medicated air,
Strange air,
Insane air
In that house on that street
‘Bout a week ago last week,
Buried my mind deep in a green bottle,
It knew my name, spoke my thoughts,
Tried to smash it on the floorboards,
Shit it fought, hell it fought,
Dreamt it crawled from under the wardrobe,
Slid it’s neck right up my spine,
Tried to wake to trap it,
But it slipped back through time,
Crave the hand (echo) the hand,
That led me there,
Enthused myself to catch it,
It ran too fast,
Like a light year,
Medicated Air,
Strange air,
Insane air
That hand that led me there
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