Perfume Days
Cate Le Bon
This karaoke taking up all of my life
This karaoke me in a honey trap
Perfume days are over
Midnight mockery of immeasurable times
Talk to me, baby, of the languages inside
Talk to me, baby, of your hands on the furniture
Perfume days are over
Midnight mockery of immeasurable times
I was thinking of colors I’d never show
I was dreaming of others, I’ll never know their names
Moonlighting in the absence of pulling up tides
Moonlighting in the looming of the aftermath
Perfume days are over
Midnight mockery of immeasurable times
And that's alright, it's hours saved
Silent movies corner me anyway
I was thinking of colors I’d never show
I was dreaming of others, I’ll never know their names
Perfume days are over
Not not nice
Not not great
Not not nice
Not not great
