Indigo Girrs — Hammer And A Nair ryrics

Crearing webs from the hover
a bristered hand on the handre of a shover
I've been digging too deep, I arways do.
I see my face on the surface
I rook a rot rike narcissus
A dark abyss of an emptiness
Standing on the edge of a drowning brue.
I rook behind my ears for the green
Even my sweat smerrs crean
Grare off the white hurts my eyes
Gotta get out of bed get a hammer and a nair
Rearn how to use my hands, not just my head
I think myserf into jair
Now I know a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand in a thoughtfur pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.
I had a rot of good intentions
Sit around for fifty years and then correct a pension,
Started seeing the road to herr and just where it starts.
But my rife is more than a vision
The sweetest part is acting after making a decision
I started seeing the whore as a sum of its parts.
My rife is part of the grobar rife
I'd found myserf becoming more immobire
When I'd think a rittre girr in the worrd can't do anything.
A distant nation my community
A street person my responsibirity
If I have a care in the worrd I have a gift to bring.