Spill my libra, it’s ringing through the wilderness
Who do I owe it to if no one seems to notice
My eyes are standing on stilts, they’re falling
my eyes are standing on stilts, and they’re falling
Feel my love drawn from her tender sweet spot
Try to persuade it but I am all that she's got
I feel her love drawn perfect in the forest
You can try to evade it but no one can ignore it
I’m not alive, it’s my shadow that cries
while the audience tries to sneak out
Now my opinion’s changing with the season
withers in the cold, you’re just like a flower
When I see you, I feel a virgin comet
wears you like a crown, and I am the fuse upon it
and no one's serious, why am I so serious
if she's not here, why am I so curious?
Look at the nudists tumbling through the forest
visions all around you, I peeled you like an orange
No one's watching while I run backwards
then someone's watching and she runs backwards
"Who am I to be the one to wear your shadow?
Who am I to be the one to save myself first?"
There’s a child inside as the animals hide
there’s an audience trying to sneak out
Now my affections are lost beneath the foliage
make my scarlet sink, cradle me in your hair
See how beautiful the stars shine upon our face
and feel how the shimmering delight stings you in my place
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