Centipede Paroles

A treasure hunt,

A thousand eyes and time will stretch for you,

Seeking your innocence,

Your cellar door.



Easy now, you're getting old,

And time will eat your face.

A polaroid identity pales,

Mesmerized, you're getting slow

And time is not your race.
Your cellar door fades.

No big deal,

I'll tear my heart in two,

And live with you.



A thousand eyes with carbonated tears

Will ease my thirst.

Cellar door.



Easy now,

You're mummified.

And no one sings your pain,

Swallowed by the centipede.