Lyrics to Love Letter Zzz
I remember the first time I saw you it was November
Strip club LA, walls fade, nocturnal landscape
Venue a convert, isle stage, atomic mass, curdled face
Jesus praise, palms raised, captive skyline, firework fortunes touch sunshine
Xenon, halogen, neon, campfire lit by hormones' chemicals
Billion Jupiters, a trillion sunsets
To 25th hour, bone muscle work, gravity's expectation
Sweat flesh, Klingon elation, Alien or Icarus?
Body like costume, pеople like sculpture
Latеncy in movements, please fix posture
Everybody's watching, shh
Everybody's watching
I remember the first time I saw you it was November
Backstage festival, on top stadium, on top mountain
Eighty thousand Moses hearing the good Word, to sublime horizon
Known lyrics into gibberish, storm's desire
Entropy, energy, body phantom
X-ray, infrared, are you broken?
Three yelling in a song
Double joint leg, a trios rehearsal
Clumsy and open, sticky, impossible
Last sex burned as ours in CD-ROM, want this tan forever
Bits slip, gates, lots, buffering
Spilling with certain uncertainty certain
Arcane face amongst known unknowns
Almost important, almost
ISearch face but you stay nameless
The archive's useless
Strip club LA, walls fade, nocturnal landscape
Venue a convert, isle stage, atomic mass, curdled face
Jesus praise, palms raised, captive skyline, firework fortunes touch sunshine
Xenon, halogen, neon, campfire lit by hormones' chemicals
Billion Jupiters, a trillion sunsets
To 25th hour, bone muscle work, gravity's expectation
Sweat flesh, Klingon elation, Alien or Icarus?
Body like costume, pеople like sculpture
Latеncy in movements, please fix posture
Everybody's watching, shh
Everybody's watching
I remember the first time I saw you it was November
Backstage festival, on top stadium, on top mountain
Eighty thousand Moses hearing the good Word, to sublime horizon
Known lyrics into gibberish, storm's desire
Entropy, energy, body phantom
X-ray, infrared, are you broken?
Three yelling in a song
Double joint leg, a trios rehearsal
Clumsy and open, sticky, impossible
Last sex burned as ours in CD-ROM, want this tan forever
Bits slip, gates, lots, buffering
Spilling with certain uncertainty certain
Arcane face amongst known unknowns
Almost important, almost
ISearch face but you stay nameless
The archive's useless