Calling to you on the shortwave:
Are you there?
I am ready for monsoons
Keep it steady, hold it there
Bow to the one who meets your eyes
No hidden love underneath
I'm a fan of the slow rise
And soon
You'll put a whole new price on the freeze-up
Distortion runs smooth on this ocean
Free of shame
I took the potion from a spoon
I sang four songs
To a house be cleared