I hear nostalgia drip From my fingertips I taste duende on your skin This feels a little bit like sin
You soak my hair in red wine Your fingers on my back trace “your mine” We crescendo into the blur of our nightly chase But something heavy flickers in the negative space
His graffiti all over me Graffiti that you can't see Believe me, yea I'm covered in graffiti, oooh Tabula rasa, I can't give it to you yet My fire still lights for his cigarette Graffiti all over me
His absence is dense But your magnetics are immense We melt into December mornings Ignoring all the storm warnings
You wanna fall into the waves But I'm numb from abrasion He still skates on my margins Through my connotations
His graffiti all over me Graffiti that you can't see Believe me yea I'm covered in graffiti, oooh Tabula rasa I can't give it to you get My fire still lights for his cigarette Like using Daedalus' wings to fly Addicted to the momentary high Of his graffiti all over me Graffiti that you can't see Believe me, yeah I'm covered in graffiti, oooohhhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
