Your Mouth Songtext

von Trip Shakespeare

Your mouth is my apartment in the evening
Back down to the work again
It's no place for a living man
I ride around on the ice cream bicycle
Dreamsicle in my hand
Once over the park again
I sing bombpop'll do you well
I wait for day to be night again
Ringin' that foolish bell
Your mouth is my apartment in the evening
And I sleep in a ruby dark bed

Back down in the dust again
I see a vision that I cannot stand
Another vendor on a bicycle bender
Lollipops in his hand
Once over the park again
I sing bombpop'll do you well
I wait for day to be night again
Ringin' that foolish bell

Your mouth is my apartment in the evening
And I sleep in a ruby dark bed

And I work in the flames
(No love shines down)
But if your lips would invite me
(to come round)
I would fly like a starling from the mountain face
To your world and a resting place
Whoah oooh, oh, oh, oh oh

Your mouth is my apartment in the evening
And I sleep in a ruby dark bed
Your mind is like a spaceship that the angels might fly
And I ride any place in your head
Any place in your head
Any place in your head
Any place in your head
Any place in your head