The Microphones
Sand (Eric’s Trip)
[Verse 1]
I'd like to believe
In one thing that you say to me
Would you like to leave?
When I try to talk, it all just turns out to be

[Chorus]
Turn on the stove in the little tiny rooms
That our friend calls a home
My head fills with heat
From the knife in your hand to mine

[Verse 2]
I'd like to understand
What you think about why it seems so bad
It's only escape from everything
I know I'm weak; I know that I'm sad

[Chorus]
Turn on the stove in the little tiny rooms
That our friend calls a home
My head fills with heat
From the knife in your hand to mine
Sand