Matters Songtext
Oh body, oh body, oh
World I make, world of mine
Now to pieces, chalk it outlines some body of mine
Torsion love this body I of mine
Nobody, nobody, no
Suture the street, split boulevard
Matters of that, matter of fact, battle enactment, lose my balance On the asphalt, on a bend
Right at the door there’s something wrong again
I’m lost in that
World I make, world of mine
Now to pieces, chalk it outlines some body of mine
Torsion love this body I of mine
Nobody, nobody, no
Suture the street, split boulevard
Matters of that, matter of fact, battle enactment, lose my balance On the asphalt, on a bend
Right at the door there’s something wrong again
I’m lost in that
Harm is at the wide open door, there’s something wrong again
And I’m nervous at the thought of something wrong
Oh folly, oh folly, oh
Onto the bed and cover your head
Miles and miles in lines it lies
I’m busy in еrosion
Don’t shake me awake
Right at thе door there’s something wrong again
I’m lost in that
Harm is at the wide open door, there’s something wrong again
And I’m nervous at the thought of something wrong
The houses are falling
Cracked open, I breathe it all in
Seven howls are calling
Body, home I leave
I read on pockets full of ash
Coloured womb, coloured lung On the breath and on the tongue
Right at the door there’s something wrong again
I’m lost in that
Harm is at the wide open door, there’s something wrong again
And I’m nervous at the thought of something wrong
Right at the door there’s something wrong again
I’m lost in that
Harm is at the wide open door, there’s something wrong again
And I’m nervous at the thought of something wrong
And I’m nervous at the thought of something wrong
Oh folly, oh folly, oh
Onto the bed and cover your head
Miles and miles in lines it lies
I’m busy in еrosion
Don’t shake me awake
Right at thе door there’s something wrong again
I’m lost in that
Harm is at the wide open door, there’s something wrong again
And I’m nervous at the thought of something wrong
The houses are falling
Cracked open, I breathe it all in
Seven howls are calling
Body, home I leave
I read on pockets full of ash
Coloured womb, coloured lung On the breath and on the tongue
Right at the door there’s something wrong again
I’m lost in that
Harm is at the wide open door, there’s something wrong again
And I’m nervous at the thought of something wrong
Right at the door there’s something wrong again
I’m lost in that
Harm is at the wide open door, there’s something wrong again
And I’m nervous at the thought of something wrong
