Fell in the door And you fell on the floor With your hand on the knob Looking up and abruptly Forget what you're thinking Fire alarms go off in your head You live
In the nightgown of the sullen moon How the windows lean into the room In the nightgown of the sullen moon
Drug trip, it's not a drug trip so you feel a bit insulted Space walk, it's like a space walk with the corresponding weight loss And you're nothing but air, with your hand in the air And your shoelaces tied up together with care There's a feeling of boredom Of the big whoredom Following dressing up
In the nightgown of the sullen moon How the windows lean into the room In the nightgown of the sullen moon
In the nightgown of the sullen moon How the windows lean into the room In the nightgown of the sullen moon
Your head is on the moon It's not necessary to breathe Forever is a long time Your head is on the moon It's not necessary to breathe Forever is a long time Your head is on the moon Your head is on the moon
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