Julia, I get on my knees Speaking in tongues, a washed-out sun in perfect clarity But I get so delirious, I think my sides will split Standing on the sidewalk, sometimes it's as if...
I don't think I'll be happy anyway Just scratch out my name And everything's so lucid and so creepy Since K got over me
All my senses sharp, my hands are fists I'm pretty tired of making lists It's just this emptiness I can't chase it away When the evening paints the streets When the evening paints the streets It's like walking on a trampoline
I don't think I'll be happy anyway Just scratch out my name And everything's so vivid and so creepy Since K got over me (x2)
There's a hole inside my skull With warm air blowing in Standing on the sidewalk, Where do I begin?
I don't think I'll be happy anymore I guess I closed that door But every night is strange geometry Since K got over me (x2)