I was a fish at your every angle
and did you notice?
Your pockets aren't empty
Slip to petals stars and geese in rain,
it was gorgeous, you know, it was gorgeous.
We've tried high rise good night.
No admittance, it hurts to admit.
Smoke and mirrors,
Bed of leaves,
Tongues tied.
Blow the candle out, blow the candle out.
Looking over pulses increase as tongues try,
Confessions reach the tips of every muscle in me, angel.