The clamp does what the clamp does best
I know you're coming home Henry
Just tell me when
And the clamp does what the clamp does best
Says Henry with a heart full of holes
And the holes are made of bends
The bends are from the pictures
Pictures of people just like me, your friend, lover and the occasional celebrity
And Henry hung to all of these, his battlеship of memories
A small legion of souvеnirs make Henry whole, but porously
Oh, god of weather
Henry knows
Snow globes don't shake on their own
Oh, god of weather
Henry knows
Snow globes don't shake on their own
Oh, god of weather
Henry knows
Snow globes don't shake on their own
Oh, god of weather
Henry knows
Snow globes don't shake on their own
Oh, god of weather
Henry knows
Snow globes don't shake on their own