Thank god we rested here All silver winged and bottle vision It’s a good day to skip out on our thoughts (on our thoughts) And just enjoy this jaded joke You’ve gotta kid yourself To make the mile work
Like kissing lipstick Or angels in the sand I saw you stumble Still you don’t grab my hand
I see this it mustn’t be real I’m nervous my stomach just fills With timid silken butterflies Aren’t they just like monsters
In the neon splendour Be the love you’re looking for As faded clockwork clicks, hypocrites (clockwork clicks) I almost wish we were butterflies And just live for three summer days Then end surrounded with “désolé”
Like kissing lipstick Or angels in the sand I saw you stumble Still you don’t grab my hand
I see this it mustn’t be real I’m nervous my stomach just fills With timid silken butterflies
Aren’t they just like monsters Aren’t they just like monsters Aren’t they just like monsters
Like kissing lipstick Or angels in the sand I saw you stumble, you don’t grab my hand Like kissing lipstick Or angels in the sand Timid silken butterflies Aren’t they just like monsters Aren’t they just like monsters
Still you don’t grab my hand I see this it mustn’t be real I’m nervous my stomach just fills With timid silken butterflies Aren’t they just like monsters