You put your hands on your hips In the last sliver of the moon Your goodbye's shit I can almost taste your spit I wouldn't mind if you came to my castle Building it brick by brick Beneath a giant yellow sickle On a charcoal cliff I can almost taste your spit I wouldn't mind if you tried all my tunes My kingdom for you Tracking patterns while she waxes Hope you'll be here soon I can almost taste your spit I wouldn't mind if you talked to me nice You put the glass to your lips Basking in a grown cocoon My potions give you lift When I mix them with your spit