Potwisha

[Testo di "Potwisha"]

Sprawled on the bush at midnight
What could I do
To push you away?
'cause nice to the touch was your tongue
On my salty fingers
That is how we'll remember each other
We'll fuck one another
With clothes on the floor
And with memories to cure
Nice to the touch was your tongue
On my salty oops
Your deep breath, my rapid moan and sigh
"Oh God, please do not stay inside
Just love me, then go
You better disappear now"

I suppose you're taller today
I suppose you've grown up today

People werе napping down there
Under thе black vault
No one could hear us
Your melted feelings were spreading
On the grass
That is how we'll remember each other
We'll fuck one another
With clothes on the floor
And with memories to cure
Nice to the touch was your tongue
On my tiny oops

Now are singing cicadas
Into their coastal redwood home
Who is luckier tonight?