Parlor Scouts (The)

Warm Milk
i still remember your soapy skin how i'd hover around your chin i still remember your milk white everything you cocooning in my bed your blood sacred red the yes and no of your lungs breathing warm milk still reminds me of all these things the keyholes of your skeleton the red ribbons where the pillow writes its name in your skin i still remember your milk white everything you on a white sheet and nothing else tonite the curtains breathe in the open window Songtextethe moon makes a pearl pool in my room and i know it is you Aus Songtexte Mania