Lyrics

I dropped your voice It fell through the cracks in the floor Reminds me of the rung of four The way i keep rotting the apples There are many Tumbles i perform Tumbles you ignore I'm your headache But still you don't wish me away Tell you again That i'm the luckiest boy Cuz there are many Tumbles i perform Tumbles you ignore Tumbles i've implored Restless sentiment Half of what i've done Half the words i've sung arе Interchangeable with thе look upon your Eyes When you see through my disguise Half of what i wrote Half the thoughts not spoke are barely Legible except that i'm not Your tumbleboy i just tumble a lot