You jump onto me when you see me, pulled by string.
We don't kiss when we see each other, we hold each other.
We choose a hug in place of a kiss any time.
The kiss is of stone--the touch is clay.
I've constructed castles without wanting to, they weren't in agreement!
I've unveiled tens of mysteries, very close to the third record.
We deny free love, with closed eyes.
You can only be cynical about art with closed eyes.
My anxiety is siblings with yours,
They go hand in hand without wanting to,
I hope that you're the last of the nine lives,
Two naked fools, alien and drunk . . .
I want a part, I don't want it all, I give it all to myself.
I want you for seconds, but mot for all the time, just like the sky bites the horizon.
We can't be anything else,
Just moist souls which want to see themselves in the mirror of someone else's soul . . .
I've constructed castles without wanting to, they weren't in agreement!
I've unveiled tens of mysteries, very close to the third record.
We deny free love, with closed eyes.
You can only be cynical about art with closed eyes.
My anxiety is siblings with yours,
They go hand in hand without wanting to,
I hope that you're the last of the nine lives,
Two naked fools, alien and drunk . . .