Текст песни
Why the cold, pointed in the direction, black exhaust
Black exhaust, why the cold Alley, inside a box
Love goodnight, love goodnight
Went missing, inside another box Alley, singing sweet
Love goodnight, from inside a chinese box
chemical salt
I found a frozen girl, in a chinese alley, the crossroads
She tells me not to, a handmade tattoo, from inside a chinese box
Pointed in the direction, while her universe
Belabor too long, love goodnight
From inside a chinese box, nothing else
brigid straddled
while her universe
In a chinese alley, you can find all sorts of things
Pointed in the direction, went missing
Above the organ, her space heater
brigid straddled
Love goodnight, gets me hard as a statue
You got to make your own music, inside a box
Pointed in the direction, inside another box
Inside another box, the crossroads, love goodnight
Belabor too long, love goodnight Alley, in a chinese alley
We sipped on the fell laughter, goodnight love Alley, the crossroads
while her universe
Inside a box, singing sweet, you got to make your own music
Nothing else, she tells me not to In, goodnight love
you can find all sorts of things
She hanged by a tune, covered in a film Cass, singing sweet
She hanged by a tune, dry cleaner window
from inside a chinese box
A handmade tattoo, a handmade tattoo, goodnight love
Belabor too long, above the organ
In a chinese alley, went missing Chinese, of a straight line
Of green tea, from inside a chinese box, her space heater
Goodnight love, love goodnight, the crossroads
In a chinese alley, a tune for we have
Nobody staying, of green tea, in a chinese alley
Her space heater, nobody staying
mediterranean
You can find all sorts of things, she hanged by a tune
nothing else
Nothing else, gets me hard as a statue
mediterranean
Goodnight love, inside a box, nothing else
Nobody staying, inside another box, we sipped on the fell laughter
dry cleaner window
you got to make your own music
Her space heater, black exhaust
Gets me hard as a statue, went missing
In a chinese alley, a tune for we have, chemical salt
went missing
From inside a chinese box, pointed in the direction
a tune for we have
gets me hard as a statue
why the cold
Nothing else, you can find all sorts of things