All Land Crabs and Divinity Ghosts

all the week I was traveling
ya the weed becomes stronger
with the spiders and tumblers that broke your word
wake up Raspberry
see your elbows fold
oh not a minute too long now
before the sun is sold
come on wake me up
wake up Rosemary
in the den of my palm
see how your glasses stretch a mile
you're not a witness concern
counting birds keeps driving
long day at the beach baby
see you hanging with archers in drunken apartments
again, why don't you tear me up
it matters what you do
it matters how i deserve this
no matter the crooks in your closet
it's too big of a world to give up now
all week we was traveling
just to get along
hold my hand in the thunder repair my words
wake up Raspberry
is my bed too cold?
before the sun is sold right
before the sun is sold right, oh let it go
it matters what you do
and it matters what you say
no matter how long you stay
even a clock could feel a rival
it matters what you do
and it matters how I preserve this
a deep well in your closet
there's some tradition and you've got to fight it or tear it up
come on tear me up
come on and tear me up
come on and tear it up
come on