I Form - Baths

Graduates of tablature, a bouquet of garages

Put a snout to those mirages, inhaling till we bust

I’m sixteen and I’m unit, our instruments can do it

Every house show that we blew it, you couldn’t get to us

As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering

So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings

Witness close distance with your loudest feelings

Come free in camradery

As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering

So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings

Witness close distance with your loudest feelings

Come free in camaraderie

While the rapture is young

Dote on the friends of your love

The least we suffer is with each other

Bedlam, but spun in a loom

From silks of the Moon go the bands of my youth

My loose performing body has all remaining moves

Flaunting my camaraderie in groups

As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering

So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings

Witness close distance with your loudest feelings

Come free in camaraderie

As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering

So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings

Witness close distance with your loudest feelings

Come free in camaraderie

While the rapture is young

Dote on the friends of your love