Dry

PJ Macklin – ld vox/gtr/noise
Phil Bertulfo – bass/noise/vox
Matt Collander – ld gtr
Ben Sachs – drums

Cutting off your hair into a faucet leaking fire
Hearing empty faces singing songs and drinking wine
Giants will sit down and they will look you in the eye
They will give you hugs and sell you drugs that make you cold and dry

You can treat a leaky pipe
But I hear there's just no cure
Let it flood and fill your shoes
And you'll dry off in the sun

Spreading days apart like downy feathers on a wing
Plucking each one out and letting wind take them away
Letters switching places in the words that leave your mouth
And ears that hear them don't forgive instead they're hearing lies

You can treat a leaky pipe
But I hear there's just no cure
Let it flood and fill your shoes
And you'll dry off in the sun

Taking walks in figure eights and ending where you start
Hanging posters on the wall that melt before they hang
Laughing laughing laughing laughing sleeping on the floor
Vanishing in houses built for someone else before

You can treat a leaky pipe
But I hear there's just no cure
Let it flood and fill your shoes
And you'll dry off in the sun