Lipstick 66 Lyrics - Singles - Machines Of Loving Grace

You're turning, yeah I think you're really turning now 

You're moving under the clouds in a Dior gown 

You're moving, yeah I think you're really moving now 

You're spinning out of control on the ground 

It tears in the morning 

It tears at the face that hides what you've become 

Just lipstick 66, cold hands moving 

Walking with the upright beasts of your choosing 

Golden thread, I sold my soul for a bit of that golden thread 

Golden thread, I sold my soul for a kiss of that 66 

Your midwestern smile of cool haystack autonomy 

Smash into the stare of the silent economy 

It tears in the evening 

It stares at you from the bathroom mirror at night 

Lipstick 66, everyone's staring 

Watching for the cue to destroy what you're wearing 

Golden thread, I sold my soul for a bit of that golden thread 

Golden thread, I sold my soul for a kiss of that 66