Melatonin
THOMAS EDWARD YORKE
She ran into the wall
So sweet and unknown
A worn comatose
After six milograms
We're talking again
Who would know?
So sweet and so low
Who would know?
My brain doesn't produce any
I'm soaring without anything
She said I'm taking my time
And now we'll move on with everyone
I'll see my friend soon again
My brain doesn't produce any
I'm soaring without anything
We said aloud
We said aloud
That we can't pull out
That we can't pull out
That we can't pull out
We said aloud
We said aloud
That we can't pull out
That we can't pull out