Starstruck

Sick Balloons


There's a slouch in my bedside
Mannerisms fall at the waist
I could write a thousand strung hips on watershed

I keep coming back to rescue all the stars in your eyes
Epileptics sworn to secre- seize and rolling blinds

Underneath the crowds surf
Watercup kids and the like
Obscure, the panoramic gates
You're my protestant babe

I keep coming back to rescue all the stars in your eyes
Epileptics sworn to secre- seize and rolling blinds
Left the scavengers to draw from past the enemy lines
Scale the neighborhoods
And strip the towns down, down to their size


Autor(es): Sick Balloons