When the markets crashed, we lay in bed
Told stories of love and loss
What we could get, what we never had
Games and promises, mouse and cat
Madame O.!
Nothing's so true like the backsides of your knees
We're not dead, we just sometimes forget to breathe
In our bed and on the floor
The night went mad, then left offshore
Look, o, look how high we are!
I'll never descend, never gonna part
Madame O.!
Nothing's so true like the backsides of your knees
We're not dead, we just sometimes forget to breathe
