all those dirty clothes

keeps spinning

in the endless typhoon

plummer keeps me waiting

feels like dust never sleeps

i asked for my dearest

hey honey how are you

are we gonna have tonight

some onion soup



yeah and she said

yeah and she said



standing on a bill hill

jets are giving me tone

my mind is crawling

into a silvery sea

cruise control on the loose

lizards licking my toes

ever lasting grass

under my running shoes

am i enough happy

am i ehough fast

oh lord gimme onion soup



yeah and she said

yeah and she said