Boy Crisis Ganglion Of Lightnings
There's gotta be a way for you
You need to taste (?) this fruit without losing
And doesn't it feel strange for you
To waste this groove by not moving?
Maybe you and me can just agree to see what happens on a
whirlwind
Make some moves and lace our shoes
Don't speak
It doesn't really feel natural to dance this close
Without some sort of conclusion
And ? just a little too much to pretend
That we don't know what we're doing
Just like the dawning of a million suns
Just like the ganglion of lightnings for my wonder
Maybe we could smash them with the jeans(?)
With the rise of the Mars in the house of Venus
You could stop me from singing
Even if the wildest sleep could've dreamed this
A field of light, a field of anything you like
And ? this is clearly what we're doing now
