Black Black Window Testo

black, black, window

oh were you leaning

for this way

into the evening

there's at least one
open eye in

every head here

and still nothing to see

i mean

(i might just get off here)

run through these doors



in houses that move round us again

we're out of place here and hardly lived in

next time you call around
try not to knock too loud

just come right in



love

if there's nothing to see

then there's nothing wrong

it's not where you belong

it's how you deceive

yourself to think this way

pretend it's a holiday

it's over someday



with my mouth on her shoulder

and my teeth in my lip

i want more than it

fortune puts my way