Magic
Tell me the story, bring the enigma
Split the horizon with your quicky mind
Bet,I will cure your still bleeding stigma
Go outa window, leave curtains behind
Will you have made our bed, when we are back,
Will you’ve already forgotten my touch,
When I’m clear, my ribs opened with crack,
Having inhaled the last frost of this March.
Let’s make a needle with one of your soul-strings,
Turn with your back, bite your lowlip, keep strong
I’ll repair the rest of your lost wings
See, just two scars, like cold stars left signs on.
Sink in Big Dippr’s eyes deeper and deeper
There’s an opposite side of the storms,
Those kill us slowly, like feeling a creeper,
Winding your body and stinging with thorns.
Do you feel bodies, those’ve grown together,
Twins in a womb, their cords do not tie
No ever surgeon will help us, ask whether
I feel your leg bone is knitting with mine
Listen t’ my whisper, get closer, I’ve been told
Some pills can gimme a clolourful view
Whatever it is, legend seems too old,
I do believe-all the magic-in you.
Split the horizon with your quicky mind
Bet,I will cure your still bleeding stigma
Go outa window, leave curtains behind
Will you have made our bed, when we are back,
Will you’ve already forgotten my touch,
When I’m clear, my ribs opened with crack,
Having inhaled the last frost of this March.
Let’s make a needle with one of your soul-strings,
Turn with your back, bite your lowlip, keep strong
I’ll repair the rest of your lost wings
See, just two scars, like cold stars left signs on.
Sink in Big Dippr’s eyes deeper and deeper
There’s an opposite side of the storms,
Those kill us slowly, like feeling a creeper,
Winding your body and stinging with thorns.
Do you feel bodies, those’ve grown together,
Twins in a womb, their cords do not tie
No ever surgeon will help us, ask whether
I feel your leg bone is knitting with mine
Listen t’ my whisper, get closer, I’ve been told
Some pills can gimme a clolourful view
Whatever it is, legend seems too old,
I do believe-all the magic-in you.
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