Sit on a stone wall,
Watch the water breathing on the moor.
Lifting my chin,
Breaking of skin
I was hardly inclined
My lips were bitten
By the thoughts
That I'd been given.
Sandstone it was insisting
On moving its teeth along my leg.
Serotonin soaked.
Do I know
Where the instinct goes?
I tried to make some light
Sink into your skin,
But caught on you sinthetic jacket
My words were left hanging.
Caught on your sinthetic jacket
My words were left hanging.
Grey heather, smoke across the wet earth.
I don't know the calls crying go home,
I paid them no mind.
Darkening hills
Became your arms,
Became your torso.
I don't love you for nothing, no.
Tilt your head back slow and smile.
Seretonin soaked.
(Lungs are beatin, lu-lungs are beating)
Do I know
Where the instinct goes?
(Hold the feeling, ho-hold the feeling)
I tried to make some light
Sink into your skin,
But caught on your sinthetic jacket
My words were left hanging.
Caught on your sinthetic jacket
My words were left hanging.