Vlontresska

Yeah, yeah
Pardoned from the wistful, please attempt to cry for someone else
This time I levitate into a gate for stolid help, yeah
I watch art flourish, crumble, lest we are inveterate
And I want to remain vestal, yeah
But time takes it’s chopped up metacarpals
Lets it groove
We’re after the night of tulle, so much splendor in these branches
Arrest me, make me feel so good
Address me, feel you really should
Honey, it’s oh so simple, I need a link to your fingertips, yes
A paralipsis of all your tresses
As we accumulate greater antimatter, we only expand from here, yeah
So winsomely, so featly perched, til cynosure I plunge, yeah
How do you do it?
How do you do it?
How do you do it?
How do you do it?
How do you do it?
How do you do it?
How do you do it?
Yeah