Album: Strati
Fortified in essential heart
One stare will tear mine apart
It's not the kind of feeling when you're all numb from this
I can't feel the pen, but I don't need the pen
Refined but not, and even more
Luna can't compare to my own piece of moon
Luna ain't got s**t on my personal piece of porcelain from the sand
She glows more than I can handle for a manboy who's trying to sleep
She'll meditate with children
She will rummage through the air and find words to compare,
And she might land on a noun
There is no Brummel and Brown that tastes as good as the way you are
"Head-in-belly"? Not today
My stomach's ruptured anyway
It's not the kind of feeling when you're all worked up
I've never felt so dumb It's abdominalesium
Tear me in two with your wit
So I can show my friends the brain I'm with
There is nothing to say
There is nothing more to say
She will rummage through the air and find words to compare
She'll medidate with children
She might as well be a child when
I love my little child when, she meditates with them