The Womb - Time In Houston Тексты

the future is taking me over
i can't wait for it to get here
it's on the tip of my tongue
like a comet that comes once a year

like a triangle whose sides
are ten thousand miles
like a symphony in
every inch of my skin
oh sweetheart
what time is it for you?

i'm visualising every detail
of that last moment in the hotel
and i've never stopped feeling it in me
and i hope you can feel it as well
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