paroles de chanson Pail of Air - Passage

Creeping charlies don't need too much light
Sorry, wrong number, apology accepted.
I see no cloud ring wind wave,
Simply something wicked whipping once around the moon...
What do you want? the bed is made,
Give me the cigarette money or a pail full of air...
I spit up string in granny knots,
My foot's asleep or else i'd walk
Am i having sex or huffing gas?
My mind's asleep or else i wouldn't ask.