Album: City Of Daughters (1998)

Signs

The bird is not the word.
Quit being so cryptic with the way you rock and swerve.
Remove your shoes,
Panic ensues.
Nothing left to do.
If you don't believe in recompense,
Who will fix the fence for you?

Don't wanna clear the floor anymore.
Her interests are classical at best.
Bested modern times, modern minds.
Signs, signs, everywhere signs