Wake up the Night

My father used to tease me

Buried in my sleep, he would hear my pleas

Whispering names in lavender haze

I'm nervous, a nervous system

Yes your kiss hurts, short circuit skirts

And weathered veins, they don't work the same, anymore

You're gonna wake up the night

You're gonna make things alright, alright?

I find it strange, washing my face

I miss my lips they, they're still stained with taste

Squeezed in between your two front teeth

Pale innocence

You're gonna wake up the night

You're gonna make things alright, alright?

Alright? Alright

(Pale innocence, pale innocence...)