Colder Still 歌词

	作曲 : Nurse With Wound
	Crops falling from the earth to the ceiling
	These small arms and white belly
	And enormous undercarriage
	The wax crayon illuminati
	Our minds locked in dark sewer
	Each finding less than before
	Each counting the warm conclusions
	Of the six buttons of sex appeal
	Knowing full well that ice breaks when smoke rises
	Sucked into a whole
	The ever floating karma of fried blind dog of the street
	Our purpose for the one and only
	Green form eats small headed breaded shrimp
	Allowing several coats of makeshift lolly
	On a lolly covered felt
	Shook with fear from lightning
	Falling several times in the wrong place
	Soaking up blindly the wings of our depression
	Floating up shiny columns of grey green primrose algae
	The piston awakes to a small tiny fire within himself
	Forcing the unwanted part of his mind into tiny fractions
	Each plied with coconut scissors
	All content, yet somehow familiar to Mothers everywhere
	It's been days now since my childhood dreams were fulfilled
	With crystal canyons and opera myths -
	Its thousand legs dribbling oil like may rain
	Over all-coloured mortar from way back when
	This gorgeous thigh is resting under his elbow
	Reminds me of clotted cream
	All bloody from strawberry tobbacco juice
	Hard halo of polystyrene pillow talk
	Mothers' milk cooking in the breat of paisley blue silk
	Like a mind in labour
	Bursting the waters of afterlife
	Drenched in the warm hot river
	Containing everything and nothing.

	zuo qu : Nurse With Wound
	Crops falling from the earth to the ceiling
	These small arms and white belly
	And enormous undercarriage
	The wax crayon illuminati
	Our minds locked in dark sewer
	Each finding less than before
	Each counting the warm conclusions
	Of the six buttons of sex appeal
	Knowing full well that ice breaks when smoke rises
	Sucked into a whole
	The ever floating karma of fried blind dog of the street
	Our purpose for the one and only
	Green form eats small headed breaded shrimp
	Allowing several coats of makeshift lolly
	On a lolly covered felt
	Shook with fear from lightning
	Falling several times in the wrong place
	Soaking up blindly the wings of our depression
	Floating up shiny columns of grey green primrose algae
	The piston awakes to a small tiny fire within himself
	Forcing the unwanted part of his mind into tiny fractions
	Each plied with coconut scissors
	All content, yet somehow familiar to Mothers everywhere
	It' s been days now since my childhood dreams were fulfilled
	With crystal canyons and opera myths
	Its thousand legs dribbling oil like may rain
	Over allcoloured mortar from way back when
	This gorgeous thigh is resting under his elbow
	Reminds me of clotted cream
	All bloody from strawberry tobbacco juice
	Hard halo of polystyrene pillow talk
	Mothers' milk cooking in the breat of paisley blue silk
	Like a mind in labour
	Bursting the waters of afterlife
	Drenched in the warm hot river
	Containing everything and nothing.

	zuò qǔ : Nurse With Wound
	Crops falling from the earth to the ceiling
	These small arms and white belly
	And enormous undercarriage
	The wax crayon illuminati
	Our minds locked in dark sewer
	Each finding less than before
	Each counting the warm conclusions
	Of the six buttons of sex appeal
	Knowing full well that ice breaks when smoke rises
	Sucked into a whole
	The ever floating karma of fried blind dog of the street
	Our purpose for the one and only
	Green form eats small headed breaded shrimp
	Allowing several coats of makeshift lolly
	On a lolly covered felt
	Shook with fear from lightning
	Falling several times in the wrong place
	Soaking up blindly the wings of our depression
	Floating up shiny columns of grey green primrose algae
	The piston awakes to a small tiny fire within himself
	Forcing the unwanted part of his mind into tiny fractions
	Each plied with coconut scissors
	All content, yet somehow familiar to Mothers everywhere
	It' s been days now since my childhood dreams were fulfilled
	With crystal canyons and opera myths
	Its thousand legs dribbling oil like may rain
	Over allcoloured mortar from way back when
	This gorgeous thigh is resting under his elbow
	Reminds me of clotted cream
	All bloody from strawberry tobbacco juice
	Hard halo of polystyrene pillow talk
	Mothers' milk cooking in the breat of paisley blue silk
	Like a mind in labour
	Bursting the waters of afterlife
	Drenched in the warm hot river
	Containing everything and nothing.

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