THE MARS VOLTA

Came back to get yourself a broken tooth

you found and punctured one with a null tooth

I found something to shake by the roots

I crawl along the ceilings in your room

to come and spin a thread to answer you

I need something laid out for him

Am I waiting now

Does my waiting howl

Am I waiting now

Does my waiting howl

I bring an avalanche of taunted bones

Contaminate your cravings if you choose

To play something that angst overspill

Without belief I got a contact high,

Inhale the vapors that invade your smile,

I found something to shake by the roots.