Traducir a
Your eyes are not blue but they remind me of the sea
My lips are not birches, they are leaves for smoking.
I like it when you get high because you don't want to get off here in the sky.
There are no clouds, the runway is not for landing
These palms that touch you are not plants
These irises that look at you are not rainbows
I kiss your lips and they are not those of the mouth
You are being seduced by a breathing dead man
The more I get bad, the more you get good in disguise
My emptiness while I fill you only on impulse
I stop how your poison cleanses me
How can something that is not mine be so much mine?
I am your target, throw your arrow at me, black to see
If this sadness makes me happy, my porcelain heart
That a triumph is not broken for me, without you it cannot be celebrated
Watch me ride across the prairie on an interstellar unicorn.
Mommy, this bat isn't made of wood, but it's useful for playing.
Watch me ride across the prairie on an interstellar unicorn.
Mommy, this bat isn't made of wood, but it's useful for playing.
Your eyes are not blue but they remind me of the sea
My lips are not birches, they are leaves for smoking.
I like it when you get angry because you don't love yourself.
Get off here, the sky is cloudless, the runway is not for landing.
Watch me ride across the prairie on an interstellar unicorn.
Mommy, this bat isn't made of wood, but it's useful for playing.
Watch me ride across the prairie on an interstellar unicorn.
Mommy, this bat isn't made of wood, but it's useful for playing.
