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