Teksty: Socratic. Lunch For The Sky. The Dense Indents.

The glow reflects off the street. When can
we meet for a cup of tea? The lights they
tell me I should stop but you say, "Go, go
I'll tell you when to stop." Is this what you
need? We meet after everyone has fallen
asleep. Even though the car is cold I feel
your body heat setting me on fire.

He pays the rent. He puts the dense
indents in the bed.
He pays the rent. He puts the dense
indents in the bed.

The light bounced off her feet and into a
tree where there's a nest filled with baby
birds that starve for their mother. But
she never comes. This is how I feel. I wait
for food that is already spoiled. I try and
hide myself in fragrances but this smell
covers me.

He pays the rent. He puts the dense
indents in the bed.
He pays the rent. He puts the dense
indents in the bed.

She said, "I'm not your minor girl." She
said, "I'm just your dying girl. A girl. A girl"

He pays the rent. He puts the dense
indents in the bed.
He pays the rent. He puts the dense
indents in the bed.

Sing me a song that will last forever
Give me your hand and I'll give you a shoulder
Sing me a song that will seem forever
I'll turn and laugh a ha ha a ha ha
Sing me a song that will last forever
Give me your hand and I'll give you a shoulder
Sing me a song and I will surrender
I'll turn and laugh a ha ha a ha ha