[Lyric] The Mouth (Casper Skulls)

[Verse 1]
Top of the shelf sits her calcium comb, ooh
Canopy rising, not one to extol, ooh
Grace of the mad, tie my hand to the bed, ooh
Engrave me with all the things I have said, ooh

[Chorus]
I will try to search you
I will try to search you
If you ask me to
If you ask me to

[Verse 2]
Out in the yard sits that rotting red barn, ooh
A bird feeder only held up by some yarn, ooh
She'll pack up her case with the plan to head south, ooh
Instead she'll end up at the river called the Mouth, ooh

[Chorus]
I will try to search you
I will try to search you
If you ask me to
[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I will try to search you
I will try to search you
At the Mouth
At the Mouth
At the Mouth
At the Mouth