Song | Terminally Chill |
Artist | Neon Indian |
Album | Psychic Chasms |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Just asleep, she's been waiting to creep | |
For a long time | |
Friendly eyes, so small, they rise | |
From the waist line | |
In dreams came callipygous things | |
To my bedside | |
And shrimped so she's pullin' the plugs | |
To the outside | |
Like the days when the lovesick haze | |
Chemical fried | |
Lock your face, point to minimum waits | |
Friends to decide | |
Mostly nights when your perfumes hide | |
To my eyeOn all my soup we caught | |
In the tide |