Rising Sign

Rising Sign - Mike Doughty

Written by：Mike doughty

Your back curves like a creeping vine

With the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine

In the black coffee bowl of your eye

Why do you overestimate the size of the lie

I've seen

The dangers of your rising sign

But I swear

I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter

It's all inside the wrist

It's all inside the way you time it

I resent the way you make me like myself

My nerves jump like a boiling pan

Like a skillet full of oil spits rattling on the burner

When I stumble onto the thought

Of the match you lit and dropped

And set the dial to slow yearn

I've seen

The dangers of your rising sign

But I swear

I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter

It's all inside the wrist

It's all inside the way you time it

I resent the way you make me like myself

Can I spell it out

I can't spell it out

I've seen

The dangers of your rising sign

But I swear

I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter

It's all inside the wrist

It's all inside the way you time it

I resent the way you make me like myself

I resent the way you make me like myself