"A Man Too Well Fed" lyrics
Birthday cake left out on the counter
It's been two weeks since we had the party
But the natural reverb of an empty house
Is a reprieve and contains multitudes
In search of duende
And other small gods
But you ant it darker
Sleep beneath the mud
I memorized the wide water of my death
And I longed for 32 teeth
When the wine settled I lit upon a theme
A paradise for gluttons, a marriage of routine
In search of duende
And other small gods
But you ant it darker
Sleep beneath the mud
Deep in the throes of the blues and the golds
Deep in the throes of the blues and the golds
It's been two weeks since we had the party
But the natural reverb of an empty house
Is a reprieve and contains multitudes
In search of duende
And other small gods
But you ant it darker
Sleep beneath the mud
I memorized the wide water of my death
And I longed for 32 teeth
When the wine settled I lit upon a theme
A paradise for gluttons, a marriage of routine
In search of duende
And other small gods
But you ant it darker
Sleep beneath the mud
Deep in the throes of the blues and the golds
Deep in the throes of the blues and the golds
