Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drown , by - The Golden Palominos. Song from the album Dead Inside, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 31.07.2002
Record label: RESTLESS
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drown , by - The Golden Palominos. Song from the album Dead Inside, in the genre Иностранный рокDrown |
| his scent swims around me like a perfume too heavy for summer |
| me lost thing |
| intoxicated |
| curled within him |
| drowning over and over |
| charmed disarmed |
| he comes when least expected |
| sits too close |
| lingers too long |
| stares too deeply |
| and claims me with something I cannot name |
| lightheaded and clean |
| this is a gift |
| biting tongue until blood |
| I am sick with him |
| talk goes no deeper than tonight |
| words are tickets to spend time |
| skin is talking to skin |
| loud |
| I know not to go too deep |
| but when his hands stop |
| tremble, temptation |
| I thrill back |
| open up crawl walls |
| this woman is no man’s |
| this man is no one’s |
| this one is mine |
| in a full room, alone on a couch |
| he is throned |
| doesn’t move |
| knows I will come |
| smitten |
| it vibrates |
| makes drinks tremble |
| food wastes time |
| cigarettes are for curling smoke |
| and drawing me in this is bloody business |
| guilt makes for poor postcards |
| so he comes in for a while |
| what do we know of this? |
| doesn’t know if he’ll be allowed to stay |
| but he looks a while too long |
| and stirs the close air |
| dragging me to the bottom of the lake |
| couches are for excuses |
| and temptation |
| crushed in too deep to breathe |
| swoon again skin you do not know |
| with hands that know too much |
| of what you must never say |
| flesh to curl to grind |
| to feign sleep to balance wishes |
| on tongues and wait for the time |
| now |
| cozy he calls me says I smell like sweet cream |
| closed eyes bring on a luscious film |
| of time and silence |
| he tastes like stars |
| he feels like thunder |
| regret makes you bitter |
| he says |
| come in and swim |
| we disappear into a dusk |
| we’ll never own |
| and never quite shake |
| a luscious slice |
| of water |
| lack of sleep makes me drift |
| lake of sleep makes me wonder |
| he will exist |
| he will evaporate |
| I am sick with him, gone |
| in regret dreams he is low and sweet |
| dark like a drift storm |
| holding me down under the waves |
| telling me not to talk |
| not to move |
| this will only take an hour |
| or two |
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