Performing a routine strip show, sold by measure
For someone else's pleasure- I move to make them roar
An imperfect product, a clearance item
I’m desperately searching for a way out
Unable to see the ones I love, what has my life become?
The eras change as time progresses, each day in this stagnant industry is like another stab to the heart
Words will wither away, only the seasons remain unaffected
Beyond the G string- thinking of what comes after the 32nd measure
Words will wither away, only the seasons remember
Not Nietzsche, not Karl, there’s not a soul that could tell me when this shit will end.
Turn the hands of the clock back three times and wait for my pulse to align with its tick
I want you to solve me with your philosophy each time the drifting sun sets
If we look in accordance with this star's rotation
It seems we’ve missed an unfamiliar un deux trois
Embrace me with your philosophy, so now the heavens will revolve around us
Out of nowhere, I suddenly remember you
You rest at the tip of my finger as I swipe through my camera roll
The ‘Ah! In that case, let’s do it this way!’ I said back then
After all, I had wanted to be your first
Dearest, how are you?
I doubt you’ve changed, unless...?
No, theres no way to “cure” your tastes, your picky preferences
I’m the same as I’ve always been too.
Our memories detach from the seasons- why?
Beyond the G string- waiting 300 million and 2 light years ahead
Turn the hands of the clock back three times and wait for my pulse to align with its tick
I want you to solve me with your philosophy each time the drifting sun sets
If we look in accordance with this star's rotation
It seems we’ve missed an unfamiliar un deux trois
Embrace me with your philosophy, so now the heavens will revolve around us
I’m sure I can never be enough for you
Seated in the depths of your imagination, it’s like public humiliation
I easily slip and fall
That slippage reaches all the way from your surface tension
to the edge of my field of vision,
cutting the night short
Meaningless
It’s all meaningles
But even if there is no point
You’re certain, you’re so sure of it, but I still can't figure it out
Is it even possible to solve this without the dodgy methods of Copernicus?
Turn the hands of the clock back three times and wait for my pulse to align with its tick
I want you to solve me with your philosophy each time the drifting sun sets
If we look in accordance with this star's rotation
It seems we’ve missed an unfamiliar un deux trois
Embrace me with your philosophy, so now the heavens will revolve around us