Freelance Whales - Generator First Floor
We get up early just to start cranking the generator
Our limbs have been asleep we need to get the blood back in 'em
We're finding every day several ways we could be friends
We keep on churning and the lights inside the house turn on
And in our native language we are chanting ancient songs
And when we quiet down the house chants on without us
With all the lights alive we figured what your heart was for,
And did a painting of you lying on the first floor
And when those stop your heart moans out for more
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