When He Takes His Headphones Off
Sins in your soul
Like a rhythm
Tongue sharpened
Cutting like a river
Blue in your veins
And your fingers
Heart in my mouth
Blistered fingers
You've got your eyes on the world
I've got my eye on you
A storm on the cusp of your
Favourite tune
Tempest, temptress
All watching you
When you stop
What it is you do
He says "you know what you mean to me"
When he takes his headphones off for me
I give my eyes to you
You give your ears to me
Tracing stars on our cheeks
Dancing in the living room
Summertime and
Kerosene fumes
Humming amongst the
Dandelion blooms
You sound like a memory
I once knew
You've got a crack in your head
I've got one matching yours
I stole something from you
I thought you didn't want
Blood isn't thick
If you wash your hands
And it only stains
If its out the hot tap
He says "you know what you are to me"
When he takes his headphones off for me
When he weaves his lies so honestly
When he talks from the heart
So quietly
He says "you know when I look at you
I see what I've wasted embraced in you
In your pretty voice
The way your fingers move
In your torrid taste for
Cloudy days and
Rain on the roof"
When he takes his headphones off
Like a rhythm
Tongue sharpened
Cutting like a river
Blue in your veins
And your fingers
Heart in my mouth
Blistered fingers
You've got your eyes on the world
I've got my eye on you
A storm on the cusp of your
Favourite tune
Tempest, temptress
All watching you
When you stop
What it is you do
He says "you know what you mean to me"
When he takes his headphones off for me
I give my eyes to you
You give your ears to me
Tracing stars on our cheeks
Dancing in the living room
Summertime and
Kerosene fumes
Humming amongst the
Dandelion blooms
You sound like a memory
I once knew
You've got a crack in your head
I've got one matching yours
I stole something from you
I thought you didn't want
Blood isn't thick
If you wash your hands
And it only stains
If its out the hot tap
He says "you know what you are to me"
When he takes his headphones off for me
When he weaves his lies so honestly
When he talks from the heart
So quietly
He says "you know when I look at you
I see what I've wasted embraced in you
In your pretty voice
The way your fingers move
In your torrid taste for
Cloudy days and
Rain on the roof"
When he takes his headphones off
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