The Belly in the Fish - Page France

Little dove to the belly of the fish

You’ll get used to it

I cracked your egg to hear you chirp again

Now I’m losing it

It rains the most on the head of the weatherman

I boast the ghost who was spit out of his own skin

Now you look like me chasing rabbits

Up and down the trees

Soon my habits will find you my darling

Underneath the leaves

I feel so big my own two feet can walk

On the waters back

I shut the gate to watch you wait

Oh God

Felt so good I had to stop

Before I got to carried away

I laughed.

ha ha

It’s the joke I shouldn’t play

Now you look like me chasing rabbits

Up and down the trees

Soon my habits will find you my darling

Underneath the leaves

Now you look like me chasing rabbits

Up and down the trees

Soon my habits will find you my darling

Underneath the leaves