My tongue that moves slow
A minute before the evil street
Breath woman captures a ghost
Blurring sweat heads eat noodlestuff
Sit up and beg
For slivers of language
That the night air might offer
Pin back your ears
And feed...
My tongue that moves slow
A minute before the evil street
Breath woman captures a ghost
Blurring sweat heads eat noodlestuff
Sit up and beg
For slivers of language
That the night air might offer
Pin back your ears
And feed...
My tongue that moves slow
A minute before the evil street
Breath woman captures a ghost
Blurring sweat heads eat noodlestuff
Sit up and beg
For slivers of language
That the night air might offer
Pin back your ears
And feed...