You steam a lens stable eyes and glass
Not get [bad word] off through my bird lips as good news
Still we can find our love down from behind
Down far behind this fabulous, my [bad word] Beetles and eggs and blues and bells and eggs and then blued
Beetles and eggs and blues and pour a little everything else
You steam a lens stable eyes and glass
Not get [bad word] off through my bird lips as good news
Youll hang the hearts black and dull as the night
We hanged your pass and start being as you in ecstasty
Still being cried and laughed at before
Should I be sewn in hugged I can by not saying
Still being cried and laughed at from light to blue
And should I be hugged and tugged down through this tigers masque
And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
You mind not saying [bad word] hang that hearts black and dull as the night
Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains
We hanged your pass and star being as you in ecstasy
Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains
Should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains
Hugged and tugged down through this tigers masque for key