On and off, on and off, it`s nothing but white silence in a box
loud presence playing in a circle
around the globe
7000 miles of wet legs in the morning.
Dirty smiles and cruel waves,
behind closed doors -
"Would you like a drink
in the evening haze"
Slash your wrists
on the blue blue floor,
through the fish eyes
high contrast black,
it seemed that they
kind of liked the kisses.
Too proud and scared
they fell asleep
on the blue, blue floor
with wrists wide slashed
the cold,cold waves
could steal your breath.
Better silence it all
as she might regret
the happy times.
She was never meant to smile
I think she got it wrong