swallowed up by crimson waves flowing down your glowing face pale long legs dance across dusty sails i love watching you head down those trippy stairs
i take you by the hand, it's not mine to take descend slow into very strawberry caves take a walk about and dab at your mouth these outside forces used to keep you safe
emitting soft noises oh our inside voices kept low turn right the volume control letting our four legs go
have a word with you, then with plural words handful of mistakes blur into blur your shins shone brightest in the summer feel the years peel away at the numbers
flick away used light you can't replace could becomes should on this dark day night curtains fall and our heads will roll it's a conversation in a fake monet
so strung out (what a drag) you know i always watch your back put your eyes both to rest cause we're both making beds