Magazin

I was living in a magazin When you let your ladder down Jingle in your jeans There was glitter on the ground Gloss of freon air Bells were ringing out Shined teeth Grinding up the moon Nice dream Lying in your room I know you're not looking for love But are you still looking for me? Can you tell when you've had enough? When the light's out what do you see? Shined teeth Grinding up the moon Nice dream Lying in your room Shined teeth Grinding up the moon Nice dream Lying in your room