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von The Dostoyevskys

There is more to this than meets your eye
The wind is still, the moon is running high
I feel so cold, so cold and lonesome I could die
I whisper to the endless sea, suspended in the sky

If I speak in tongues will you understand?
I slip like water through your hands

Run to the kitchen darling, bring your sharpest knife
Peel back my skin my love and rid me of this life
Let my soul begin to breathe and softly say goodbye
Swollen like an orange, squeeze me till I'm dry

If I speak in tongues will you understand?
I slip like water through your hands

A lamp has no rays in the face of the sun
Like an orange I will brim with life until the winter comes

Flesh so soft and tender, longs to be exposed
And I will bleed in fountains till the bathroom overflows

Here she comes, but will she understand
I slip like a river through this land

Give yourself, completely