All it take was
From membranes to memories
Something scattered, something else
It was the other bridge
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All it take was
From membranes to memories
Something scattered, something else
It was the other bridge
The house being a dollhouse
All your dolls are lovely
You were in the living room playing piano
My cards were still warm in my hands
When I think about those winters
Before this dance was not made to last
In your coldness I was alive
In your warmth I was hypnotized
Lately I've been falling love with falling leaves
Like how it's made and unmade
Put your blood in the moon flask
How does it taste with a bit of gin
Last time you were killed
You pouted
There is a bloom in every loom
For every play you wrote
was by my rule
There was always a sunspot
To bury wormwood and wormholes in it
You carry the wickerman across the field
Does it takes away the fun in burning?
To dissolve in wind, to dissolve in water
One moment I was inside you
One moment I was beside you
I saw your smile with artificial tears on
We seek to seek no more
Not knowing where does it ends
Your sense and sensibility
My copy was destroyed in the fire
It's only a greenhouse
You relish, you relive
Where a pigeon lays
With you and your dead lover
Your pavane and my pleasure
Press and you shall purr
In all the languages
I can't hear you because you
are not here
So I had forger you
And you forget back
See nothing but saffron
All the mirrors are poof
All of the beds are made
A little rest of our life
A little rest
Just a little bit of endlessness
Starfishes wasted on the floor
From your electricity and your city
Just a toy story in a toy shop
Just another year in your makeshift calendar
Erasing away one another and the story
Eyeshadows in my hand
The pastis was yours for free
Does I burn for you?
Does I burn with you?
Lightroom to my eyes
I never see the morning
I never see your sorrow
Your glass of water
Perchance I will flutter and fall
Every city leads to you
The world is your oyster but you
were allergic to seafood