Swoon like a net swaying in the air, Slip-sliding down a hole. Knots in our hair, brush me harder. Things I think I forget: top bunk spying down, You're a pomegranate, you're sweet, You race over fresh water. Can I blot you out like ink on paper? Will I always follow you around? I catch the fly in my palm, Cold starts to burn, dropping it down. Can't learn, can't learn, I can't learn; Clothes line suicide.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.