Whose culture is this and does anybody know?
I wait and tell myself “Life ain’t chess”
But no one comes in and yes, you’re alone
You don’t miss me, I know
A habit of occurrence that makes in time my clarity,
The length of each stripe boundless in rich and density,
Factually, there's no way for gravity,
Mercy for my rental and honking on my diary, it's not the time.
Oh, I beg you, can I follow? Oh, I ask you, why not always?
Be the ocean, we’ll unravel
Be my only, be the water, where I’m wading
You’re my river running high, run deep, run wild
Viceroy, early in the morning
Just trying to let the sun in and open up my eyes
Viceroy, as it's getting later,
Heading for the corner, already running dry.
Kiss me properly and pull me apart
And my fingers scratch at my hair
Before my mind can get too reckless
The idea of seeing you here is enough to make the sweat go cold
There's nothing worse than sitting all alone at home
And waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting by the phone
I hope that he's at home waiting by his phone
I wonder if he knows that I want him
We'll build a fire in your eyes
We'll build a fire when the color's getting brighter
Cold desire, makes the moon without a tide
Tell me what you saw, I'll tell you what to
I'm taping up the windows and the doors
I'm nailing all my pretty things to the floor
Eyes like fire, a tempest in the water.
Eyes like mine, a temper like your mother's.
Well, I'm frozen like a soldier.
Don't know where it stays all over the place,
Time frozen like an ocean,
Don't know the taste of a never ending headache.
I'm seeing everything. Our love is a diffusion of lust.
I'm full term,
And words burn and broaden my hips.
I've returned 'cause I've learned no way to resist.
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