Sour Lips by Arlito

In dreams I shoot your eyelids. And I don't know what it means. I hold an arrow to your brow and shoot a hole into the the iris. Just for the light flow. That's what it's all about? I can't go crazy but I like to sing aloud. I sip tons of liquids from a plastic bottle. I hear those rim shots on my inner hammer. It's pulsating as if it was nothing. It's pulsating as if it was nothing. I touch your nosering and you go dingaling ding dong. I hear the bell ring, a ring of fire and my chest is burning with desire. I've got those sourlips. Just from too much talking. Too much airflow. Not enough evolving.

• Accousting
• Acoustic
• folk
• poetry
• singer-songwriter
• Germany