Made a machine by describing the landscape
A child made out of a song about money
Our sex became a boxer who moved in next door retired
A separate man we thought we knew
Joked about him feared a little bit nodded hello
Admired from a distance
Like when leon spinx moevd into townMy leg falls asleep and becomes a telephone call
Whispered on the black stairs
The cord disappears behind the kitchen door
Breathing in the pauses seeing how long
We can go without saying anything
Songwriters
Temistoclas Hugo RutiliPublished by
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