歌词
Is it real right here
Where the seat is curled?
Or am I shitting my pants
In a VR world?
I don’t know about you
I don’t know about you
But I think that slit of a moon
Has got a spirit too
Her baby breath
Was just like creme fresh
I guess the good life
Didn’t look like you thought it might
Pried the door open with a butter knife
Because the wood swells in the heat
But I snuck out
While you were still asleep
Well did she come back to you again
In a dream last night?
Laughing and healthy
Feeling alright
Pirouetting in the sand
With a souvenir clam
Nature’s hinge
Right in the palm of her hand
Love was the muse
Not to be confused
She was air drumming ‘fix you’
Sitting in a church pew
Well last night she was dying
To get something off of her chest
There was more gas in the tank
But the tank was on fire, I guess
Her baby breath
Was just like creme fresh
I guess the good life
Didn’t look like you thought it might
Written by: John Ross
