I want to taste the silence in it
I want to taste the silence in it
Oh prolonged wishes and paint thinner
Oolong tea and t-shirts

Skirts that move as fast as the dial
On the phone, the dial spins
in the eliptic anecdote
I cry into the memoire I recall

Melodies falling into keys
Lips that sealed won't end up in a kiss
Looping to the ground and bottle openers
That broke, broke, and do not work

Useless as a feather
I take into my hands
Wondering why, look at
How tiny, how tiny is my heart