Paroles de Masher

most of the brine has got to boil away

most of the air has got to choke you

most of june i spent in jail again
i don't mean jail exactly

up in the pine tree

a red squirrel looked down at me

i am losing control of the language again

i am losing control of the language again



most of the things i used to hold on to

most of the things i used to say to you

most of the ways i knew around the local roads

are disappearing daily
your hair hanging down in the leaves

your neck tilted back to make a rainbow

i was losing control of the language again

i am losing control of the language again