When It Comes To You
Well I bark like a tree
Hiss like a tape
Change like a baby
And screech like a brake
Draw like a breath
Clean like a slate
Fire like a starter
And crash like a gate
But I don't know what to do
I don't what to do when it comes to you
I can think like a tank
Skip like a stone
Run like a colour
And jaw like a bone
Snap like a finger
Slide like a rule
Stretch like a canvas
And box like a tool
But I don't know what to do
I don't what to do when it comes to you
Trap like a bear
Fight like a dog
Sink like a kitchen
And jam like a log
Drag like a net
Spin like a tail
Spread like a rumour
Bite like a nail
But I don't know what to do
I don't what to do when it comes to you
| RG thoughts: | One day, when Randall and I were in the later stages of making 'Snapshot', I showed him the lyrics, written more or less as a fun excercise in word play. We immediately broke into a spontaneous idea that stuck. For some reason I have an affinity for songs whose first verse, and every subsequant verse, start on what in the 50s would have been called the "middle eight." |