Alpha Incipiens Songtext

one two three fourthe morning comes to a startling haltthe cool breeze blows it's somebody's faultthe summer heat tries to burn throughand i look over to warn you that somethin' is happeningmorning glorys climb the walls andyou speak in a slow drawland i'm tryin' to piece together what you're sayingbut the birds are screechin' and the hounds are bayin'i don't remember there bein' any hounds around herewe lean back and we clink our glassesraise the drinks to our thirsty mouthsthick as molassesice cold vodka eases inas the low pressure system brings the breezes inand they sashay and pirouette above yathe only thing i know is that i love youand i'm holdin' on