Hadopélagique
C’est pas une vie, la vie qu’on vit quand on vit pas la vie qu’on veut.
“Three in the afternoon
We still haven’t moved
Siren sighs echo
A pulse through our window
I don’t mind, I don’t mind
This wasted, shaded daylight
Pull in the body to twist
The thighs, the heels, the hips
Constellation markings
Across your body, drawings
Telephone rings
But we’ll just let it sing
Hide out ‘till tomorrow
I crawl into your shadow
I don’t mind, I don’t mind
This wasted, shaded daylight
In the way your hand hits the wave
In between the dreamer and the breath
Long beside the bitter of the skin
Today won’t know when to begin”
Wasted Daylight // Stars
