Текст песни: Matches (The). Decomposer. My Soft And Deep.
Wrap you up in a coat of cobwebs
Tack-tied little heart of chaos
The more you lick, the more I trip
You behave like a postcard rack
So try this trick and spin it
Spin again, my Surfer Rosa
All the while the world is whirling
The morning tilts closer
Your eyelids keep secrets
Your eyelids keep secrets
My soft and deep
While you sleep
Know no secrets
Blow, blow bubbles with nicotine gum
Kiss me below the seatbelt line
On the roof with a toothpick flag
Take your broken wings and learn to sigh
In the half life of balloons
We will measure how our hairs grow
We, like, curl like question marks
Drifting off on pheromones
Your eyelids keep secrets
Your eyelids keep secrets
My soft and deep
I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck
Ever wrought, you sleep
Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in
My soft and deep
Know no secrets
So try this trick and spin it
Spin again, my Surfer Rosa
All the while the world is whirling
The morning tilted closer
My soft and deep
My soft and deep
My Soft and deep
I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck
Ever wrought, you sleep
Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in
My soft and deep
Know no secrets
Deep.
The Matches
Decomposer
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