Page France - The Belly In The Fish lyrics

Little dove to the belly of the fish You'll get used to it I cracked your egg to hear you chirp again Now I'm losing it It rains the most on the head of the weatherman I boast the ghost who was spit out of his own skin Now you look like me chasing rabbits Up and down the trees Soon my habits will find you my darling Underneath the leaves I feel so big my own two feet can walk On the waters back I shut the gate to watch you wait Oh God Felt so good I had to stop Before I got to carried away I laughed. ha ha It's the joke I shouldn't play Now you look like me chasing rabbits Up and down the trees Soon my habits will find you my darling Underneath the leaves Now you look like me chasing rabbits Up and down the trees Soon my habits will find you my darling Underneath the leaves