The Thistle In The Kiss Lyrics - The New York Room

your kiss 

is as, you would imagine is, 

soft as flower petals 

cold as razor blades 

your kiss 

when you press your lips 

it peels the wrist from my skin 

it turns my outsides in 

how can I hope to resist 

how do I without it exist 

days and nights and dreams 

are sacrificed to just this 

oh, how I miss 

your kiss 

is so delicious 

still as April twilight 

white as arsenic 

your kiss 

when you close your eyes 

it forces tighter mine 

it hollows me inside 

your kiss 

in so deliberate 

shards and slivers 

is breaking in tiny pieces, me 

bit by bit (so sad) so fragile me 

piece by piece (so sad) so brittle me 

kiss by kiss (so sad) so empty me 

bit by bit (so sad) in tiny pieces me 

your kiss 

is so irresistible 

so very serious 

a calculated risk 

your kiss 

your mouth, your lips 

with such precision tearing 

in tiny pieces, me 

how do I hope to resist 

how do I without it exist 

days and nights and dreams 

are sacrificed to just this 

oh, how I miss