Prospect Hummer-Animal Collective

It's quiet on my floor except for a gospel ladies Just the smell of some wicked candles makes me thinks into the road ascending They wear light rimmed hats and joyful smiles who loved to run up the street branch and in the middle of it is a puddle of water Wind of faithful voices whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa Your cat is a friendly brother who'd offer his heart with allegience and if he could talk we'd be best friends the only friend he has is his food bowl and he bites away at your book hand and for the commendable attention you give him and you cuddle for a half an hour and he dreams about his food bowl whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa I'll leave you in my heart six or seven later I'm still very very hungry I'm still writing songs I can't play How? But my heaven is all around me and there's zulu in my body Have I eaten all the very good dates now? Is our night worth contemplating?