Most of it is cryptic
Those reports. those reports
That tell you what it all means
What does it all mean anyway?
It reads good like some good reads do
Then along the way it doesn’t
Cause some places in those lungs
Breathe all wrong, all wrong
Somebody knows what it all means
I want to know what it all means
Those reports. those reports
That speak to where it eats away at you
It would be good if a hug could squeeze it out
Squeeze it right out of your body
If hugs could do that we’d all be hugging crazy
Loving up on each other all over the place
Hugs aren’t cryptic
They report care and love
I know what they mean
If I can’t squeeze it out of you
I’ll squeeze love and goodness
into you .. all over you…
