Helvetia - With The Tripping Legs lyrics

Oh, at bricks the root does well
Bout anywhere she pleased

Crack at the trail
Running throughout the parlor
With the tripping legs

You reach like vines
Wishing you were the river
Coming out and away just like those bees
Swarming their death place
Covering the heights covering the heights
It's, it should be

You close her eyes and didn't get back this
Pouring out to the shack

You kill your after she realized
It's not there it's not there