I open the paint that tried to dry my love To the faint sounds of the flies we're dreaming of The dog sat there And everywhere The smell of muddy air Terrify a hotel packaged mini soap Satisfied with farewells dressed as embryos Cleaning the mud From my lungs Singing hymns of Nothing Try to go now Cleaning the mud From my lungs Singing hymns of Nothing Try to go now Cleaning the mud From my lungs Singing hymns of Nothing Try to go now