Testo Nothing'll

Late in the tame of a crows nest
Picking at straws
Stirring your drink and my thought
Lo, that it end where it start

But I would drink everything
From under the sink tonight
I think you'd let me I think you'd think it would keep us on

But nothing will
Keep us together

Dosed deep down in the wormhole in your eyes
Fist to my forehead
I'm throwing up in two rooms at a time

Pray to be sour paper on your tongue
Pray to be swallowed
Pray that something will keep us on

But nothing will
Keep us together