Текст: Throwing Muses. Angel.

I'm looking to you I hope more
And junk in my heart will be
I wanna stretch my skin around you
Let you stretch yourself
But I stop your hands each time
I stop your hands each time each times three
And save you each time and save you
Angel falls to save your skin
She falls under
And she carries him with her
And save you
It was a good night if she got up
When she fell down
And she found herself in bed alone
Spastically romantic and we look for something weirder
Don't hate our bodies so bad
I'm looking to you I hope more
And junk in my pelvic bones will be
Each time each times three
And save you each time and save you
Angel falls to save your skin
She falls under
And she carries him with her
And save you