Album: Navigational

Cross You That Way

Greet the day, rise and shine / I might fuss, fight, and cry - so you say. / The
crowd awaits, carpet's out / Pack your bags, check your tongue / Can't be late./This
villainous voice in me / My evil bones hold their form - it's my disguise. / This
abhorrence for such farewells / I might fuss, fight, and cry, so I say/Consequence
has its way / It's cancerous here to stay / I can't explain why I'd cross you that
way.