Lights On Why
Текст песни Bottling India

Fur and feathers,
Heels slick,
In Italian leather.
Carrot crusted crowns.

Wear the pallor,
Of a blue collar worker's
daughter. Bottled sun
Ran out.

Interstates to caves,
Built above ground.
Marble world models,
Fake meat,
Cartoon clowns.

Pheromones bottled,
For the interest,
A future partner,
Acknowledge me.

Constant bloggers,
Run the risk,
Of a Facebook stalker,
She seems too pleased.

Entertained by short lived,
Flames. Our interest,
Now ash.

Tarot readings,
Took the dim,
Of a fatal feeling,
To the past.

Not good.
Not bad.
Just the way,

Of the species.

Not good.
Not bad.
But it sets
Us apart.

Prints of paintings,
In the Louvre,
Now in dorm rooms
Hanging. Dali's the man!

Cracked our compass,
Heard stars,
Laughing loud above us.
Which way is South?

Erased an "indelible" stain,
Just "Shout It Out!"

Boarded planes,
Like a microwave's wait,
From town to town.

Saw a rainbow,
On the surface of
The water table,
Swimming laps.

If I can make a living,
Selling a sound,
Tell me,
What the fuck,
Is wrong with that?




Thanks to Braxton