All the records I give you
As gifts
As tiny bits of me
Cryptic hints
At long forgotten treasures
Buried somewhere
Hide something inside
Between the lines
Of apparently obscure lyrics
That are just my own
Message in a bottle
My message in a bottle
For you
To pick up and decipher
In the storm of this
Batshit crazy love
So bring me the workhorse
Let’s give him shelter
And listen to those sounds
Coming from the deep of my throat
Deceptively obscure sounds
Coming from the bottom of my heart
For you to listen to
For you to decipher
In the storm of this
Utterly mad love
So tune in, now
Please, tune in now
And bring me the workhorse
My message in a bottle
For you
To pick up and decipher
For you
