Chorus Grant - Ballad Of The Wandering Eye

Age of seven cells who will I become?
Ballad of the wandering eye
Leaning against something in the kitchen
Weaved into a lullaby

I’m in the apartment or the inner ear
Reasoned glossolalia
Everybody’s teething on a Gordian Knot
It’s a rope out of the mania

Lay your shadow on the sundial
Lay it down
In the town we built inside our heads
Seven people in the Spanish pyramid
Six of them already dead

Like a wasp against a window
You usher me to sleep
I press my forehead to your forehead with sugar on my feet

Like a wasp against the window
You usher me to sleep
I press my forehead to your forehead with sugar on my feet

Like a wasp against the window
You usher me to sleep
I press my forehead to your forehead with sugar on my feet

It changed me

Written by:
Camilla Munck,, Kristian Finne, Mads Brinch, Michael Lindberg,, Tobias Tangaa

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Lyrics © Tambourhinoceros ApS

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