Crime In Stereo - Orbiter Lyrics
Tired stars navigate the tiny storms teeming on the far shores of your waistTired of waiting for my stationary third world to rotateSo you filled it with oxygen and watched as it floated away.How could you do that to me? [x2]I start to relate as the meridians tracelines straight up through your faceAnd I orbit around your personal spaceTunnel out through your psychology to escape(How could you do that to me? [x2])These are the sirens having come to test your hopeSaying "Oh, we've sewn stones in your throat,thrown you overboard the boat... now float."