Close Lobsters - Foxheads lyrics

A summer of disease began Where the sacred river runs I reluctantly threw the boomerang Loop to loop of a satellite Relaying, not speaking or saying An eye in the sky for boomerang Foxheads stalk this land Foxheads stalk this land Drifting through the tropic of Cancer A summer disease began I reluctantly threw the boomerang Loop to loop a river ran A summer of last rites began And I am the sky for boomerang Foxheads stalk this land Foxheads stalk this land Where the sacred river ran A summer of last rites began And I am the sky for boomerang Loop to loop of a satellite Relaying, not speaking or saying An eye in the sky for boomerang Foxheads stalk this land Foxheads stalk this land (How does it feel when your head hits the pillow? (feels too low?) How does it feel when your head hits the pillow? (feels too low?)