Leif Erikson
She says it helps with the lights outHer rabid glow is like braille to the nightShe swears I’m a slave to the detailsBut if your life is such a big joke, why should I care?
The clock is set for nine but you know you’re gonna make it eightSo that you two can take some time, teach each other to reciprocate
She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kid glovesBut she doesn’t know that I left my urge in the iceboxShe swears I’m just prey to the femaleWell then hook me up and throw me, baby cakes, cuz I like to get hooked
The clock is set for nine but you know you’re gonna make it eightAll the people that you’ve loved they’re all bound to leave some keepsakesI’ve been swinging all the time, think it’s time to learn your wayI picture you and me together in the jungle it would be ok
I’ll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the nightThat is supposing that you don’t sleep tonight
It’s like learning a new languageHelps me catch up on my mimeIf you don’t bring up those lonely partsThis could be a good timeIt’s like learning a new language
You come here to meWe’ll collect those lonely parts and set them downYou come here to me
She says brief things, her love’s a phonyMy love’s subliminal
She says brief things, her love’s a phonyMy love’s subliminal