Lump Sum Testo

Sold my cold knot

A heavy stone

Sold my red horse for a venture home

To vanish on the bow --

Settling slow


Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums

(Or so the story goes)

Color the era

Film it's historical



My mile could not

Pump the plumb

In my arbor 'till my ardor

Trumped every inner inertia
Lump sum



All at once

Rushing from the sub-pump

(Or so the story goes)

Balance we won't know

We will see when it gets warm