Caveosapian, you were made for the breaking of my back And caveosapian, you were made for the breaking of my back As I carried you past quiet houses, kicking through the roses in the yard I spied the wildflower kisses on your neck I saw the garden had been trampled past repair Oh caveosapian
And you look like the sunrise Purple, lemon, baby blue, and gold But I knew it sounded bad when you said "no regrets" and then said nothing more
And while you're leaving deep into the smoke of those two sticks you keep rubbing together I keep thinking about how bad it's gonna burn
And all the people I've loved back home Or I've loved and love That you turned on people just offering shelter from the wind So bow your head into the wind My caveosapian
I had a vision of a gorilla And he was a killer, a killer Oh caveosapian Oh caveosapian Cave-o-caveosapian I'll cave, I'll cave, I'll cave-oh
All alone And it feels astound you You're not the sunrise You're just alone
I've got you 'til you're gone I've got you 'til you're gone 'Til you're gone, I got you
Compositores: Arlen Robert Thompson (SOCAN), Daniel William Howard Boeckner (SOCAN), Dante Nicholas Decaro (SOCAN), Spencer Krug (SOCAN)Editor: Third Side Music Inc (SOCAN)ECAD verificado obra #17910994 em 07/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM