Watch on my wrist but I can't find the time To sleep or eat or straighten my spine. Sleepwalk through days, dream I'm losing my grip, Wake in bed with a broken hip.
Your name no longer belongs, To my love - what have you become? It's time we cut out your tongue. Your love to rest.
Mistook a tea pot for a big steam train. To my surprise I misjudged the size. Something I thought and I swore I once knew, That train was rust-rotted and painted in blue.
Your name no longer belongs, To my love - what have you become? It's time we cut out your tongue. Your love to rest.
Summer wants the sun to shine, Waiting for the moon to die.
Backwards eel - How does it feel? You bottom-feeder, You slime eater. Backwards eel - How does it feel? To be a bottom-feeder - A slime eater?
