Lips of Joy
Robert Pollard
A would-be fire
Was stretching out
With perfect ears
Looking for a place to sleep
Now you see me
With rare feet
Up the pike
Or on a red carpet
Expecting gardens
It's all the battle
Find a hole
Find a zone
Lips of joy
Are all alone
Are all alone
(Kissing the sky, loving the ground)
Find a hole
Find a zone
Lips of joy
Are all alone
Find a hole
Find a zone
Lips of joy
Are all alone
Are all alone