Carposina Distincta Songtext

Strangejuice

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Carposina Distincta Songtext
She could not control her guilty smile

I slept alone that night

It was on Christmas Day that nothing came

and nothing went away

The sunflowers that make you wait
while broken skins float down kitchen drains

Cicadas beat a rhythm, landscapes of music

I pull the blinds



Sunflowers on the meadow, fixed in tireless fires

Sunlit water sparkles out your eyes



The Anesthetist drank all my wine,

I took a bus back in time

and hid under my table
Bony limbs of tired restless children,

the hot seats of a car,

the singing of summer traveling

She stroked my legs with bitten fingertips,

sunset fell on painted lips,

the moon shone out like a halo

My face against the warm grassy air,

your suntanned derrière,

with despair I loved you with intentions



Hurricane scratches out a skyline, fear of wasted years

leads me to dream a while

Sought the flesh of younger girls in his twilight years;

maybe he'll get lucky tonight

Here I am, awoken by the tulips,

your stubborn pouted lips would not caress my name

I roll into my convalescent shade, I play a little game

I see you do the same



Your heart a battleship, you're weeping

Hotel stops the rain

A horse compares its tail

to its mane



The Anesthetist drank all my wine,

I took a bus back in time

and hid under my table

Bony limbs of tired restless children,

the hot seats of a car,

the singing of summer traveling

She stroked my legs with bitten fingertips,

sunset fell on painted lips,

the moon shone out like a halo

My face against the warm grassy air,

your suntanned derrière,

with despair I loved you with intentions



The Anesthetist drank all my wine,

I took a bus back in time

and hid under my table

Bony limbs of tired restless children,

the hot seats of a car,

the singing of summer traveling

She stroked my legs with bitten fingertips,

sunset fell on painted lips,

the moon shone out like a halo

My face against the warm grassy air,

your suntanned derrière,

with despair I loved you with intentions



The Anesthetist drank all my wine,

I took a bus back in time

and hid under my table

Bony limbs of tired restless children,

the hot seats of a car,

the singing of summer traveling

She stroked my legs with bitten fingertips,

sunset fell on painted lips,

the moon shone out like a halo

My face against the warm grassy air,

your suntanned derrière,

with despair I loved you with intentions