Water Over Sex

You think I'm good well I'm soil in a sifter
 A stone won't fall through it just keeps getting thicker
 Please take this back it has too much salt
 I hope there's no trouble it's nobody's fault
 Fault, fault, fault
 You think I'm good so I'm almost done wanting
 I'm suddenly full this is belonging
 I've had too much fun when will it get taken
 I love my secrets I'm lucky in making
 Making, making, making
 You think I'm good well I want to be gooder
 I'm warmed by my own wool I lie to the others
 Decide where I'm from they do what they like
 It isn't important it isn't their life
 Life, life, life, life, life