Mad Blue Love

In rooms we meet on artificial smokes Some flavoured machine, cherry, cream tobacco, gold Footwork rests and comes to a halt We don't seem to feel the heat Our mad blue love is obsolete Fictions we expected to unfold In artificial rooms full of smoke Are empty like hollow hearts That never break, they never broke And you said: "It was a 100% constructed in this particular climate In this part of the country" And I was left to go from lukewarm to cold So fondness was modified Waters curbed and calcified On the day that we compiled Labelled faces in the wild My persona redefined And I guess that happens from time to time On the day that we compiled Labelled faces in the wild The fever dream we have come to know Is flavoured like the mucus in the back of my throat If you'd understand me it would show But we don't seem to feel the crush Our mad blue love got the best of us We splinter then we readjust So fondness was modified Waters curbed and calcified On the day that we compiled Labelled faces in the wild My persona redefined And I guess that happens from time to time On the day that we compiled Labelled faces in the the wild On the day that we compiled Labelled faces in the wild On the day that we compiled Labelled faces in the wild