Из альбома: Mecca

Woke up on a bench somewhere in Brooklyn
With a suitcase full of Polaroids and broken glass
In each photograph, I saw a memory

Of you and I kissing in the hiss of summer grass

And you're still with me
Even though you don't even know
It get your free scenery

Waltzing on the linoleum in an empty station
Between strobe light flickers and a hollow hologram
Licking sticky dew of your skinny chest
While massaging every rib and muscle from your neck down through your back

And you're still with me
Even though you don't even know
It gets your free scenery

There's too much noise on my brain
For me to maintain
Composure through your strange behavior
Strange behavior (x2)

You and I know the cold tickle of a dying twilight
Between musty hotel sheets and our fickle delights
My litmus test suggests we're obtusely complex
I promise you everything will be a success if you don't suppress this

And you're still with me
Even though you don't even know
It gets your free scenery

Woke up in a room somewhere in Vegas
With a suitcase full of Polaroids and broken glass
Every photograph was blurred with the Richter effect
And I kissed each and every one until they were all clear and perfect

And you're still with me
Even though you don't even know
It gets your free scenery

There's too much noise on my brain
For me to maintain
Composure through your strange behavior
Strange behavior (x4)

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