11th Fret

So, this is fucking off by degrees and I
Suppose we turned out to be not quite Hawaii, but I
Can float back to sleep 'cause at least you're
Lying to me like

Music that dances from glowing apartments as
Shadows entwine into a creamy darkness like
Jewellery hung down from rich silhouettes
Portrays on the sidewalk where wetness reflects all the
Colours of evening and the onset of lights like the
Promise of nothing, sweet nothing tonight
-Ight

So, this is enacting ecstasy and I
Suppose we turned out to be bathroom graffiti, but I
Can float back to sleep 'cause at least you're
Lying to me like

Shovelling hope into the infinite us
'Til the world surges in yelling, "This is a drug bust"
Might turn up the heat and make us into one person, but then the
Temperature plunges and the predicament worsens
'Til we're a fleck of new snow on the eyelash of a cow
And we melt away, melt away, melt away, melt
-elt

Melt away, melt away, melt
Melt away, melt away, melt
Melt away, melt