Took your weight off my walls, so my stained-glass windows are in
Full, full growth, full, full growth.
And I like
Dank golden autumns, cold-ass winters
Breaking all of my oaths
And watching those who bite my throat.
Now it's illegal to be part of those who ain't no part of you
You ain't got me, I'm the sun at the sunset at the seaview
And It's illegal to be part of those who ain't no part of you
Ran out of evidence, for my eyebrows you gotta pardon me
Might regret in future 'bout this trip to the white noise
But in my church
Freedom comes and all of them bishops pull out the toys
Dead are all summers like dead are all nude bodies
Better never see the white skin, wait for autumn, add more clothes
Dumb sunny days had better never come after night studies
Got your hands off,
How you had taken off
Now those who ain't gouged away and ain't shot yet away,
Are sought
Still I feed self-esteem with cries and moans
And maybe that is weak of me and mean of me but I got used to.
Funny is your guess-work,
Should have been paid in deutsch marks
And still hard
To tell it from that dogs' bark.
Stained-glass, sorry, I hurt you but
Thought you're my virtual
All for that honey
Stained-glass, sorry, I'm plastic as
Beaches, and only past
Somehow can touch me.
Stained-glass, sorry, I hurt you but
Thought you're my virtual
All for that honey
Stained-glass, sorry, I'm plastic as
Beaches, and only past
Somehow can touch me.
Now those who ain't gouged away and ain't shot yet away,
Are sought
Ain't gouged away
Watching Mister
Ripley,
Sipping Guiness
Stout,
Talking with Faust and Hamlet and all them others in doubt
They would understand me if I told 'em how I feel about
All the factories of faith by the end of a season sold out.
And two were smoking in my mouth and to stop it I was unable
Back then should have understood we're all desperately unfaithful
Used to mash up my adressees and being heavily retrospective
Got one more ugly thing to say: gothics made effective, so I'm like
Stained-glass.
Sorry, I hurt you but
Thought you're my virtual
All for that honey
Stained-glass, sorry, I'm plastic as
Beaches, and only past
Somehow can touch me.
Stained-glass, sorry, I hurt you but
Thought you're my virtual
All for that honey
Stained-glass, sorry, I'm plastic as
Beaches, and only past
Somehow can touch me.
