La, La, Tra, La, La, Tra, La, Tra
In your side, there's pleasure, room, shape, pleasure
In your side, there's pleasure, room, shape, pleasure
In the sea of double-headed women
Given it I know they
Let the man, let the boys
Come and tell a man
To a woman
Pull a pylon stone
And lock them around the fence
Of all the peckless men
That cue to be the next
Seatball fingers
Rain
La la la la la la leaders
Cue glue
Jumpers
From these bigger scissors
La la la la la in the floor
They choir
Hear your ooo
Fly as a hot land
With a tempo
Our treasure
Pleasure
Pleasure
It's all in your eyes
In your snout with pleasure
A poem to keep pleasure
Deep within you going above it all
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la
La la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
To the one in the backs of my eyes
All the things I've never done
She's her sway
And from her own clothes lying
Like a row of captured ghosts
Her golden grass
Is never much, but we've made the most
Welcome home
Home
Ships are launching from my chest
Some have made us but most do not
If you find one please
Let me know what piece I've lost
Feel the scars from off my back
I don't need them anymore
You can throw them out
Keep them in your mason jars
I've come home
Home
Feel the scars from off my back
I feel the scars
Passing through my skin
Home
Home
