clouds descending
i'm not policing what you think and dream
i run into your thought from across the room
just another trick
can i weather this

i've got a fever above my waist
you got a squeeze box on your knee
i know the truth is in between
the 1st and the 40th drink

concertina
concertina
a chill that bends
this i swear
you're the fiercest
calm i've been in
concertina
concertina
try infrared
this i swear
you're the fiercest
calm i've been in

the soul-quake
happened here in a glass world
particle by particle
she slowly changes
she likes hanging chinese paper cuts
just another fix
can i weather this

i got my fuzz all tipped to play
i got a dub on your landscape
then there's your policy of tracing
the sauce without the blame

too far too far too far
it could all get way too cheerful

concertina
concertina
i know the truth lies in between
the first and the 40th drink

clouds descending



"Do you ever feel like you walk in a room, and you don't know why, but you're just so uncomfortable you're crawling out of your skin, even though nobody's touched you, physically? That's in Concertina, when you feel like you haven't excavated enough of your different personalities that when one pops up, you're not sure where it came from, and you try to hack it out of yourself. It shocks you that you could have this kind of fault, or that other people could bring it out in you."
-- Tori; A.P. Magazine, Oct 99