This is a map that wants to make collisions
I have a feeling that we are on a continent of bad ideas
Love vanishing in a din of rhythms from a helicopter
Just in case you forget i can stop her
Just in case you forgot to change
Routine controls me faster than a chewing gum hooks on a day-to-day mode
Captured in a bubble that quivers like an eardrum
It's by the sweat of your brow
Few better ways to spend an hour than when you dictate behaviour
Outweights occasional loss
What soul i have left i kept by pausing
It was my saviour
Left in your winter clothes
Your golden eyes shines like cursed coins from the bottom of a pond
Makes me think what side you are on
Every motion cuts me up
You rest your soul on paws and claws
Grey light of the alarm-clock laws
Desire left in winter clothes
Wide-eyed foils and rescue boats
When the habit turns into the white rabbit- don't follow it
Every motion cuts me up
Shapes and shadows left to crop
I can hear my skeleton crackle under the weigth of all the lives that i ever lived
Erotic like collective trafic
Elevated heartbeats
Hooks on a day-to-day mode
Sweat out ideas not bodily fluids
Outweights occasional loss
Your acclimation is slow
Hanging in the balance
Left in your winterclothes
Your golden eyes shines like cursed coins from the bottom of a pond
Makes me think what side you are on
Every motion cuts me up
In time we honoured fashion objective enough to give skills that out to romance
Caught your drift at first glance
There is a distance to the treatment you are going through
Just in case you forget
I was made of pavement
Search for a blank space where forgotten youth could congregate
Your own vacation
Magnificent isolation
Give me a plan before the dust have time to settle down
Focus on forgotten facts
There are no second acts
This is a map that wants to make collisions
I have a feeling that we are on a continent of bad ideas
Love vanishing in a din of rhythms from a helicopter
Just in case you forget i can stop her
Just in case you forget to change
Your golden eyes shines like cursed coins from the bottom of a pond
Makes me think what side you are on
Every motion cuts me up
I caught your drift at first glance
You're into that 90210 romance
Leaving me without a chance