Into the Wind I Felt It

Psychic Sperm

Into the wind I felt it
Let her in
Past all the scenes I sold
In fewer words the motives
Can’t begin
They’re always pacing pacing

And I’m looking for a red eye
And my train’s not coming round
And I can’t defend tonight
I gotta take it to
I gotta take it
I got a masculine stop, a critical flop, and somebody can’t quite recover (it?)

Ooh hoo Ooh hoo Ooh hoo
Ooh hoo Ooh hoo
Ooh hoo Ooh hoo Ooh hoo
Ooh hoo

The surging breath I felt it
Done me in
Past all the dreams I stole

And I’m getting on a red eye
And my ship’s not coming round
And I lost without a fight
I got a tick or two
I got a ticket
I got incredible bop, a shimmering pop, a burst then a stop, a burst then a stop

Ooh hoo Ooh hoo Ooh hoo
Ooh hoo Ooh hoo Ooh hoo
Ooh hoo Ooh hoo Ooh hoo
Ooh hoo

Into the wind I felt it
Let her in
Past all the scenes I sold
In fewer words the motives
Can’t begin
They’re always pacing pacing