Text: Cold War Kids. Pregnant.

Slither to sea, speakin' in tongues
Deft as a surgeon's knife, carvin' through bone

Pregnant with doubt, you figured out
Tricks of the trade to make whispers shout
Mouth full of sweets rotten your teeth
Lift up the rug and sweep it underneath

You were dreaming
When you don't believe

Pregnant with doubt, you figured out
Tricks of the trade to make whispers shout
Mouth full of sweets rotten your teeth
Lift up the rug and sweep it underneath

You were dreaming
When you don't believe

Slither to sea, speakin' in tongues
Deft as a surgeon's knife, carvin' through bone