Pissing in a river, watching it rise. Tattoo fingers shy away from me. Voices voices mesmerize. Voices voices beckoning sea. Come come come come back come back.
I haven't fucked much with the past,. But I've fucked plenty with the future.. Over the skin of silk are scars. From the splinters of stations. And walls I've caressed..
Moooooove! Ask the angels who they're calling,. Go ask the angels if they're calling to thee. Ask the angels while they're falling. Who that person could possibly be.
Moooooove! Ask the angels who they're calling,. Go ask the angels if they're calling to thee. Ask the angels while they're falling. Who that person could possibly be.