Paroles de Nothings
The beam out of my eyeSatellites round your lips
Blood keeps us
From going down
Carpet bombing nothings
And TV on your skin
The mind leaves open
The heart fills in
Lie about me
And smuggle me in
Stop for a minute
Geography in linen
Dreams of marble
A way out
The mind leaves open
The heart fills in
Lie about me
And smuggle me in
Stop for a minute
Geography in linen
Dreams of marble
A way out
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