In my dream, you are slippery My interest grows immediately You have seaweed between your fingers, lips and limbs Amphibious, androgynous Amphibious Ninety-eight percent water I try to write love songs But my words remain in my hands And my hands fall to the floor Somewhere in the distance something hurts I dream i have a lover made out of twigs I snap his lips, snap his limbs when we kiss Yes you're him The way it goes This world is me The dream doesn't fade, it keeps worrying me I try not to hurt you, but in my dream The twigs keep breaking I touch so gently but they snap And when you open your mouth to speak You make no sound Silently gobbling up black sap In real life I haven't even seen you up close Only from below In the dream you are silent And i am (....) I try to write love songs But with every word I can hear the twigs breaking Somewhere in the distance something hurts The next day it is I who break It's a clear spring day And I fillled with sky Ninety-eight percent blue A day i'll find myself downing black things: Coffee, raisins, raw chocolate I can feel my bones Burn to coal My blood burns to oil Black self, i'm becoming youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
