Blows In - Bell X1
I should know my time and place
I'm Tuesday's child without the grace
Bring your canary
Bring your flame
There's a rich seam of
Windy in my coal mine
We're just blow ins
On the storm of time
Yeah we're just stopping
For a while
Bucket of water to separate
Those horny dogs of church and state
God of ego
God of lies
Pushes us to the corner of
Our own lives
We're just blow ins
On the storm of time
Yeah we're just stopping
For a while
I am the magpie
When all's shiny and new
I can't help myself
I pick a pocket or two
And if all time was but a day
We'd show up around midnight
And say hey
Cause we're just blow ins
On the storm of time
Yeah we're just stopping
For a while
