As loud as a whistle

So keep your wings back, and dust cobwebs whilst you listen
It’s us against time, drinking wine in the prison
Kissed on your wedding day, it wasn’t ours
Us is meant for you, meant that she makes the power
So her iris ate a spider, what a crisis of the hour
I wonder what boardwalk we should bury the body, weil es nie da war
Screaming and looking, and well, we keep on looking on back
To check if the door is closed, and if so, “Roger that”
Forty eight hours, and it’s not an issue
Simply love has synthesized, within the salt of tears from the tissue
Leave a light on in Spring, so that I can find you
And pour gasoline on it, hung up the phone…..line two.



About Oil Underneath

I drink glasses of cold water.
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