Weatherman and Skin Goddess
Yes no baby
When I'm itching to work I will let you know
Yes no baby
When I know about action I'll be ready to go
But beyond the simple life I don't know
But unto the abstract end I will go
Coming at you
Yes no baby
All my biggest mistakes let you work through me
But like a sliver of glass even time won't remove
And it's a mystery to me
How you can pull up the pylons
Point to the storm and say "never transform"
And if it's a game don't even stop me now
Keep me crying
I wanna see if you're hot
Keep me trying
She listens now to old birds and grace
And you want that?
On psychological housewife Trojan horse
And you want that?
She's like cool skin hands oily and hides
Away from the furniture's cat
Says the king would like to greet you
In his 1950's hat
Do you want that?
Answer me now
Yes no baby
I imagine that fate is not a stepping stone
It's like the fact that we stood out as opposites
Now even that much is gone
But for the weatherman and skin goddess
Hot is cold
And at the end of the cobblestone street scene
There is gold
Coming at you
Keep me crying
I wanna see if you're hot
Keep me trying
She listens now to old birds and grace
And you want that?
On psychological housewife Trojan horse
And you want that?
She's like cool skin hands oily and hides
Away from the furniture's cat
Says the king would like to greet you
In his 1950's hat
Do you want that?
Answer me now
Answer me now
Answer me now...
