Like a shoal of rudd
Feet in the mud
Slinking in the sea smoke
We threw the towels off of us
Lowboy's eyes on the rod
Befuddled by a yoke
This is what you promised me
Clad only in the armor of sweat and steam
As we inched forward
So damn much on my tongue
Will I tell you now?
This is what you promised me
A quiet present
Scent of an aspen tree
High like high like!
As i'm back on the pier
Feeling so clear
You nod at me like nothing
I find it out running loose
You're a pine i'm a spruce
What else do I need to learn now?
This is what you said I'll see
Clad only in the fear of rapid streams
How can so plain molecules
Make us hooked make us fueled
You say and lean against the lowboy
This is what you promised me
A quiet present
Scent of aspen tree
High like high like!
This is what you said I'll see
A pliant crescent
Up in the lowboy's feet
High like
High like
High like
High
High like