作词 : Clientele, MacLean
Juliet, I get on my knees
Speaking in tongues in a washed out sun in perfect clarity
But I get so delirious, I think my sides will split
Standing on the sidewalk, sometimes it's as if
I don't think I'll be happy anyway
Just scratching out my name
And everything so lucid and so creepy
Since K got over me, since K got over me
All my senses sharp, my hands are fists, I'm pretty tired of making lists
It's just this emptiness I can't chase it away
And when the evening paints the streets, when the evening paints the streets
It's like walking on a trampoline
I don't think I'll be happy anyway
Just scratching out my name
And everything so vivid and so creepy
Since K got over me, since K got over me
Theres a hole inside my skull
With warm air blowing in
Standing on the sidewalk
Where do I begin?
I don't think I’ll be happy anymore
I guess I closed that door
But every night, a strange geometry
Since K got over me, since K got over me