Bedsheets

No one crawls through glass quite like you
All the girls are standing up straight
And they wanna do it your way
It’s the sadness of their lungs that makes me sigh
This sweat isn’t mine but it’s running into my eyes
This sweat isn’t mine but it’s running into my eyes
It breathes the best and licks off dust
Now this is more than just bedsheets dividing
My dread has the longest moan
Married in a battery
It crawls with me into the bath
And talks to me about fantasy
My dread has the longest moan
Married in a battery
It crawls with me into the bath
And talks to me about my fantasy
This sweat isn’t mine but it’s running into my eyes
This sweat isn’t mine but it’s running into my eyes, into my eyes
Love
Are you love?
Are you love?
Are you love?
She turns the lights out
When she’s behind bedsheets
Remind me what’s powerful
Aand why I can’t take it with me