You'll be the smoke in my mouth, I'll suck you in, I'll push you out, and then you'll dis-ap-pear and turn in-to some-thing else. You're just a lit-tle moth drawn to my or-gan bur-ning hot, get too close, your lit-tle bo-dy's go-nna mul-ti-ply. You were the flood that hit this ci-ty, and you car-ried me a-way. You gave me a con-stant wi-thin your flow be-fore you dried up and left me emp-ty. And You are ca-mou-flage, but you can't hi-de much. Is this a wolf or is this my fin-ger-nails chan-ging shape? They're here then gone like birds while I'm stuck on the ground. I'm sit-ting lone-some on a beach wat-ching love fly south. It's a book that I've read o-ver and o-ver a-gain tem-per-ature drop in the back builds the bit-ter end. You were the flood that hit this ci-ty, and you car-ried me a-way. You gave me a con-stant wi-thin your flow be-fore you dried up and left me emp-ty. And You are ca-mou-flage, but you can't hi-de much. Is this a wolf or is this my fin-ger-nails chan-ging shape? We fell from the sky, we came through the clouds. We hit the ground. This is the pro-duct of the cy-cles that com-pose my life. You were the flood that hit this ci-ty, and you car-ried me a-way. You gave me a con-stant wi-thin your flow be-fore you dried up and left me emp-ty. But You are ca-mou-flage, but you can't hi-de much. Is this a wolf or is this my fin-ger-nails chan-ging sh-e-a-e-ape?