I went down on the seventh night
I make no sound away from you
And I would like to see you turn
On the pike, my hummingbird
When all those flies eclipse the sun
You and I go on the run
It’s hard to find another one
So I don’t try, cause it's no fun
Bible verse, your mother’s curse
Leahy’s herse gonna take you there
When all those flies eclipse the sun
I would like to see you turn
I would like to see you turn
I would like to see you turn
