Warm Records - Bullet lyrics

The thing about gravity It won't ever let on The gavel won't knock yet It's just the falling and falling It's a wholly different day Than what i woke in yesterday Blink at the ceiling And everything has changed And there is nothing to offer That won't look meek in the morning light I got nothing to offer But words that just keep falling down all the time Hey youre a bullet Youre a bullet now Given the blacktop And a donkey to ride There's some that you'll follow And some you'll bury in the night And august is gleaming And it's easy to forget That the record is leaning To overwrought and underfed Hey youre a bullet Youre a bullet now 'i'm taken with purity' One time a mouth said to me With the moon on her shoulders And the water in her hair And with all of your clothes Lying there on the bank And all of your troubles Brought to the water softly sank