作词 : Thomas Savage
 作曲 : Thomas Savage
 Stir the cream  - into the tar look - from above
Through the glory hole,  from the nook, you’re in love
On a whim,  matches in tow
Open hearted,  picky aorta
hold the treadmill, you ’re in flow
Surplus emotions, for the launderer
trudge no longer, you ’re on horseback
In the summer,  undercover, whip a wise crack
follow the reptiles,  bodies gone,  snack on tails
eczema blossoming,  a distant storm, coffee gone stale
when the whistle blows,  enter the race, lick your lips
Rays on shut eye lids,  images awry,  legs and hips