Bird shadows in the state
Look out for your fortune
There's a million market men with knives sharpening kids in old cartoons
Yeah they land on the moon
We could progress right through you
With that satellite view
Come watch our sex get swallowed
We kiss in open cuts
You're too nice to touch
I wanna share our blood
I think it's you they want

I really love your hate
I think it's something worth saving
In their eyes all the money
All the clothes in your house
Where we made love on our couch
Where the burnt shadows land
And the ships cave in

We kiss in open cuts
You're too nice to touch
I wanna share our blood
I think it's you they want