Pull the final splinters. Of missing picture winters. You have to give yourself a break. . What's the fascination?. With lovers at the station. You have to tear yourself away.
Hey there. Tell me. Does he. Kiss your eyes?. Do you talk. Like I've died. Now?. . Hey there. Tell me. Does he. Kiss your eyes?. Do you talk. Like I've died.
I'll be the corpse in your bathtub. Useless. I'll be as deaf as a post. If you hold me like a newborn. Whisper what you feel. My badly strung declaration.
My high priest is folded neatly. Back in your box, oh Lord. Gone the song he sang so sweetly. Back in your box, oh Lord. . Found myself astride a tiger.