Lyrics Methyl Ethel – What About The 37º?

It began with a mistake
A bribe, a pressure release
To drive toward liberty
Cursed into a vague goodbye

It ended with subtlety
Not exile, more devolving
Meanwhile, your metamorphosis was unfolding
I’m holding onto anything I find,
Alright, alright

Sew me back into your garden
Open your hand, I want to try
Too late to be what you harvest
Too tough to cut it with a knife

What about the 37º?
We shared between the sheets
And beneath our skin?
Our bodies are vessels for poisoning
But I won’t do
What I would do to survive
Alright, alright

Sew me back into your garden
Open your hand, I want to try
Too late to be what you harvest
Too tough to cut it with a knife

Sew me back into your garden
Open your hand, I want to try
Too late to be what you harvest
Too tough to cut it with a knife

My thoughts I perish too
In a room of my design