Tom Howe - Donne Tongue lyrics

It's a cruel bed you'd make Where I mate till I feel dry Till I feel I I I I I'd buckle up whittle down all the Pals I make Pedal around clamoring for a f** unfazed It's his unfeeling nose! It pokes in everything! An unlukewarm leaning Is an artifact of old fur and Clawing and I do not feel But there is just one thing to ask To collar a believer Are you loose from me? (Don't you dare!) It does if you say it does Gist is exactly enough Kept awake and kept alive By a closeness to the steeple I Have a weak and idol mind Drenched in nameless devotion Be my lawgiver! Be my light! Be my boy! I'm the blankest slate to find If I don't swallow set me right If I don't pin me down - I'd never mind I'm a stub and I know when I'm Going to go