Clinging tight like shame
You have a throat full of dust
Clinging like a name
That the tongue neither wants to nor can
Force out
It will take some time
Before you learn to stand alongside
You wake in the middle
Of a dream about a pig
May I congratulate you
You are terrified with style
Clinging tight like shame
It melts in your hand
Clinging like a name
That the tongue neither wants to nor can
Force out
It will take some time
Before you learn to stand alongside
You wake in the middle
Of a dream about a pig
May I congratulate you
You are terrified with style
It will take some time
Before you learn to stand alongside
You wake in the middle
Of a dream about a pig
May I congratulate you
You are terrified but
Wake in the middle
Icecold and white
May I congratulate you
You are terrified with style
May I congratulate you
You are terrified with style