Songteksten
Your filthy
Xylitol
A little
Left over
Chaste curtains
Swell softly
Azurine
I would have died for
Few aliens make out with the orb
How do they bear becoming mundane
A tenderness I'm never to blame
Just blissfully and gently absorb
Bend over
The torment
Of coupling
Mind racing
Be human
Tear open
The gold mine
I would have died for
Few aliens make out with the orb
How do they bear becoming mundane
A tenderness I'm never to blame
Just blissfully and gently absorb
Few aliens make out with the orb
How do they bear becoming mundane
A tendernessI'm never to blame
Written by: Брусковский Николо Николаевич, Козлова Анастасия Дмитриевна, Лыпко Даниил Романович