Lyrics
as summer fades
as time and life explode
As mummies walk down empty roads, i could kill this moment, as ashtrays fall into your lap
As whistles blow, as ceilings bend
as ashtrays fall into your lap
as lemons chop
as mummies walk down empty roads
as summer fades
as houses change
as cigarettes won t drag
As consciousness just begs, as summer fades Chop, as houses change
As broken hearts don t mend, as cigarettes won t drag, so i m without your body heat
as everyone s on maps
As everyone s on maps, as choirs howl
as hairstyles grow on trees in time
so i m without your body heat
Just to be next to you, as feet grow out like fruit on legs
I could kill this moment, as chance remarks grow strange
as feet grow out like fruit on legs
as ceilings bend
As houses change, i want you so bad Lemons, as time and life explode
I want you so bad, as horses sag As, as feet grow out like fruit on legs
I could kill this moment, as ceilings bend Chop, as lemons chop
as houses change
As mummies walk down empty roads, just to be next to you, as cigarettes won t drag
As consciousness just begs, as broken hearts don t mend
As winter grins, as feet grow out like fruit on legs
as cigarettes won t drag
As winter grins, as time and life explode Lemons, as horses sag
As choirs howl, as everyone s on maps Lemons, as broken hearts don t mend
so i m without your body heat
As cigarettes won t drag, as winter grins
So i m without your body heat, as whistles blow
Your warmth or your internal streak, so i m without your body heat, as choirs howl
As ministers are slime, as chance remarks grow strange Chop, as whistles blow
Your warmth or your internal streak, as ceilings bend, as feet grow out like fruit on legs
Your warmth or your internal streak, as winter grins
As time and life explode, as choirs howl
as ministers are slime
As winter grins, as summer fades
As chance remarks grow strange, as consciousness just begs Hitchcock, as ashtrays fall into your lap
As chance remarks grow strange, as choirs howl
As ashtrays fall into your lap, as cigarettes won t drag Chop, as broken hearts don t mend
As lemons chop, as choirs howl, as ceilings bend
as summer fades
as chance remarks grow strange