Alpha Incipiens Songtext / Lyric

one two three four

the morning comes to a startling halt
the cool breeze blows it's somebody's fault
the summer heat tries to burn through
and i look over to warn you that somethin' is happening

morning glorys climb the walls and
you speak in a slow drawl
and i'm tryin' to piece together what you're saying
but the birds are screechin' and the hounds are bayin'
i don't remember there bein' any hounds around here

we lean back and we clink our glasses
raise the drinks to our thirsty mouths
thick as molasses
ice cold vodka eases in
as the low pressure system brings the breezes in
and they sashay and pirouette above ya
the only thing i know is that i love you
and i'm holdin' on