Womba

All the same faces are twisting underground

the Dj’s double graveyard shift is burning things down

no one lifts an eye higher to reply

‘till suddenly the air gets sucked out of all the rooms around

I hear the world is moving on her hips

I hear the word is falling from her lips

She could have been a stranger she could have had no name

if she didn’t look like she loves to get the blame

for a red crime

if you wanna hide

I’ll try another name

and If you wanna fly

I’ll fold a pretty plane

if you’re gonna stay

I’ll think of something new

and if you wanna run

then let me run with you

This psychodelicate girl is floating through the room

while I follow trails of dust into the cloud of her perfume

I think of all the ways, to avoid the apocalypse

cause we’ll both be put on trial

if I dare to touch her lips