[Verse 1]
Don’t make a sound, our fingers rake together
Our nouns they roll right off their tongues
The only sentence we barely string together’s
Found a home inside the family gun

[Chorus]
It moves slow in a caterpillar way
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright

[Verse 1]
The blinds are drawn, the TV’s on, I’ve never kissed a lady blonde
I’ll soon forget the sound of voluntary grief
I flock my trees, I dodge disease, I couldn’t help her crooked knees
I was made the family dog under the weeping willow

[Chorus](Variation)
It moves slow in a caterpillar way
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
Head to toe you’re the animal I crave
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright