Cat Song
Quelle: Spotify
A head filled with words,
a hurting skin.
And underneath,
this bleeding heart.
Revolting stomach
and cold feet.
There is someone creeping up my back.
Shivering hands,
whistling ghosts,
behind a Spanish house.
He's got hands to stroke cats.
Lips made of red wine and amber
with nautical eyes.
And his skin is a baby feather.
He isn't as sick as I am.
Shivering hands,
whistling ghosts,
behind a Spanish house.
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