Top Floor Fuming lyrics
by Tek lintowe
Our stairway shelter
Just glue and flooring
Your far-gone stare on rooftop mornings
Loved by fumes and missed by few
Some other day will have to do
Crossed arms aware
The brisk air warring
But pushed away, still drooling, snoring
Brief clarities of most brutal things
So cold, at least I have you
Just us
Looking over the discarded
The silver streams
Vapor
Streaming
I block the sun with my darling
I cannot see