Serve me the milky whitness of the night
And I'll serve you in soft spoonfuls of bursting bubbles
It's like someone had us in mind, you know
Someone was bound to have us
Slow in the morning, not so fast in the afternoon
Which our shots sold?
All I found were hollow pines and items
And I am dying to get out, you know
From all the layers of sadness our common will created
And how my mind's supposed to interact
I think I don't relate to that
I think I don't relate to that
I think I don't relate to that
Serve me the milky whiteness of the night
And I'll serve you soft spoonfuls of bursting bubbles
It's like I'm dying to get out, you know
It's like I'm dying to get out
From how my mind's supposed to interact
I think I don't relate to that
I think I don't relate to that
I think I don't relate to that

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