Dignan Porch You Win You Win
I thought we shared the same thoughts but you win
You win, you win
I thought we had the same cause
But you win, you win
You win
Blue bottle flies
Around rotten apple trees
You and i underneath
Amongst the brown fruit
The pulpy land
Sinking into it
Like quicksand
And down in the mulch
Everything absorbed
Jellied bones and lungs
Release their gas
The last air you breathe
Fissles free
And pushes through
The smallest gap in the ground
The smallest gap in the ground