Lyrics Cut Cut Paste - Tokyo Police Club

Cut Cut Paste

Cut, cut, paste
Cut, cut
Pays to fish from the
Hole I cut in your ceiling
While you were sleeping
Dreaming of paisley pig in classy digs
My hook catches on your lips
As I reel you in
And as you rise up to my floor
The hook impales our two tongues
And thats how we first kiss
It’s something I still miss
You think I’ve lost my mind
Is this blood yours or mine?
'Cause when we kiss our scars align
As a trail of blood
Drips for both our chins
You awake in my living room
To see it’s stained your moccasins
And you cry out and ask
Where you are and who I am
And I tell you, I need you
But you run and jump back down the hole
And thats how we first kiss
It’s something I still miss