Lyrics Getting the Done Job - The Books
Ear
to
the
ground
I
sift
through
Piles
of
falling
letters
Copying
keys
roll
down
my
sleeves
A
part
of
the
hanging
garden
Of
the
city
Downtown
the
sounds
of
single
People
doing
nothing
Nose
to
the
wall
I
follow
Paths
of
tiny
fissures
Falling
trapeze,
the
Japanese
Are
watching
the
garden
growing
On
an
island
Surround
the
mound
and
run
your
Fingers
through
the
filings
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