Mark Bingham - Drops Lyrics

The Furies are whispering from the tree line
All the trees have voices
Speaking to me quietly about weather and architecture
Advising me to play at life to not take The Furies seriously
So I take the poison in drops take the poison in drops
Take the poison in drops, and it wont kill me

The Furies keep telling me I don't know what love is
Telling me that it's pointless to stay busy telling me to head for the hills
Where the hills have eyes and the frogs speak latin
Touching the rim with the souls of my feet
Telling me about the food on their plate telling me about their dogs and children
Take the poison in drops

They're telling me about their family tree
You're not from around here, are you

Take the poison in drops
Take the poison in drops
Take the poison in drops
It wont kill you

Then the phone rings and it's a friend of mine
He says what's a matter with you man
I got some nice russian girls who are just dying to meet you
We're gonna brings a case of vodka and go act up like we used to

Telling me about people i dont know

Telling me about their real estate deals
Fisherman at the Waffle House talking about Quantum
The grill cook at the Waffle House says life is an illusion
How we suffer over envy over instant mutation
Remembering grandma's percolator coffee
Column on a spread sheet tells me give up the jump shot
Spread so thin going sideways through a closed door
Giving it away to the nuns and ballers
Touching the rim with the soles of my feet