Cosmic soul pick pockets
Launching bottle rockets
you don't need a thing but you
Purity is filthy
Dirt is pristine
Birth is rather gooey
How 'Bout You?
Walking through inside
Love is all I've got
Defining what we make
Never what we're not
Footprints in the craters
Paw pads on the rise
Digging holes below
Pulling up the Skies
Strike a damp Idea
Watch it light in Shine
Digging holes below
Pulling up the skies
Priestess of the Pantheon
Lord of rubber Clues
Watch a million lives
Each one purely true.
Cosmic soul pick pockets
Launching bottle rockets
you don't need a thing but you
you don't need a thing but you
Footprints in the craters
Paw pads on the rise
Digging holes below
Pulling up the Skies
Strike a damp Idea
Watch it light in Shine
Digging holes below
Pulling up the skies
Footprints in the craters
Paw pads on the rise
Digging holes below
Pulling up the Skies