Kurt Vile - Wheelhouse lyrics

Sometimes I talk too much but I gotta get it out But I don't wanna talk, I only wanna listen But baby talk soft, my ears are always ringing now Humming a sad song when I'm alone But you gotta be alone to figure things out sometimes Be alone, when even in a crowd of friends and not so Sometimes of whom you just can't distinguish but Thank god for the former, yeah Some bow down a hundred times a day or more To find a way, to get them to the temple one day Find the temple, to bask in the glory of Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and Breathing deep inside There's a desert down below the earth's core A hidden staircase in the house that you reside in A little something from the cupboard over there A little medicine, it's a medication situation Some bow down a hundred times a day or more To find a way, to get them to the temple one day Find the temple, to bask in the glory of Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and Breathing deep inside