The past hold little glimmer in your eyes
All those dead things
Floating up to the surface
You don't understand my necrophilic wonder
All those dead things
Floating up to the surface
You don't understand my necrophilic wonder
Holding our history up to the light
Oh, the refractions on the walls we've painted
Reliving that moment you floated me
Across the floor of the Korean bar
You kept eyes on me, I kept mine on you
You don't undertand why
I spend time learning old tongues
Oh, the joy of hearing cognates in my mouth
Reliving that moment you floated me
Across the floor of the Korean bar
You kept eyes on me, I kept mine on you
You don't undertand why
I spend time learning old tongues
Oh, the joy of hearing cognates in my mouth
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