I Did It for the Music
Throwing rocks at your window
Come down out your door
Crawled out of stars
Wet feet on crystal floors
I don't know what I'm doing
Because I never do
Don't get up
I can get over you
And when they interview
Say
I did it for the music
Under the cloche
In the misty clocher
The leader's voice or call
Get so protected
Nobody's trying to fuck
You at all
Sometimes patience is better
Than whatever you can do
My second language
Is reparation
Sapphire sapphic eyes
Speak in pool rhythms
I'm in the light
Of night
Living there
Are you alright?
Going through life
Like the throw of a knife
And every sparkle is your word
Another drink
Ice colored
And sour citrus
Raging
Romantic
Doing lines of love
Writer/s: Dykeritz
