Work it out on a Holy LevelnYou take me down with your vanguishingnYeah you hear that sound? It's two hearts lanquishingnYeah you work it out on a holy levelnnI don't know why I ever let you turn me on like you did, you didnYou took my heart for a jog I ran with you but maybe should've stayed hidden from viewnAway, October daysnThe warmness seeped inside my headnAnd he's away or so he saysnWas he asleep? Or fucking? Or dead?nnWork it out on a Holy LevelnYou take me down with your vanguishingnYeah you hear that sound? It's two hearts lanquishingnYeah you work it out on a holy levelnnWork it out on a Holy LevelnYou take me down with your vanguishingnYeah you hear that sound? It's two hearts lanquishingnYeah you work it out on a holy levelnnYes there is a ritualistic aspect of itnYes there exists a dichotomy of complete controlnIn a parallel existence with losing grip, losing gripnOf all you thought you know, you knownIt's on the sodapop can turned upside downnAnd water changes form like all around, all aroundnYou draw it into you, through a heavy cloud, heavy cloudnAnd you're all alone as you get wound, you get woundnAnd you're all alone as you get wound, you get wound...nnCopyright 2008 Beau Phillips