NARCS - Souvenir Lyrics
Someone put a rock through this mirrored ceilingSomeone make a bed of the shardsLay me down one more timeSomeone take a paintbrush to the amber skinIn my eyesShe could never be restored?Only touched up.??She opens up her children's eyes and she asks me again:?How would you like to be paid??(Love is in a backstreet sewer with a tangled face)??Your eyes, two dancers on twisting floors, likeA cheap souvenir that I bought,?On a medicinal line,?And then betrothed to be mine?Sins, awash with the fall,My fingers could not find their way to the door??She opens up her children's eyes and she asks me again:?How would you like to be paid??(Love is in a backstreet sewer with a tangled face)