Native Bell

Pretending I am (?)

(?) all too easy

Well I sense some (?)

It's the kind of smoke that could make us invisible

See the things, I haven't seen you lately

In the purple that I dove into

Which is a version of my (?)

And your asthma can (?) still



So do you, so do you, so do you

Love me, love me, love me

So do you, so do you, so do you

Love me, love me, love me

So do you, so do you, so do you

Love me, love me, love me

Things'll get bad



The words I'm kindred with like (?)

With the children that could make us a house (?)

I sew my face into a permanent (?)

I play with (?) behind the newsstand



So do you, so do you, so do you

Love me, love me, love me

So do you, so do you, so do you

Love me, love me, love me

So do you, so do you, so do you

Love me, love me, love me

Things'll get big



So, it's nice in the breeze

Ghosts are all looking for pennies in the trees

Picnic (?) are brushing me and brushing me

It is over