Lyrics
This karaoke taking up all of my life
This karaoke me in a honey trap
Perfume days are over
Midnight mockery of immeasurable times
Talk to me, baby, of the languages inside
Talk to me, baby, of your hands on the furniture
Perfume days are over
Midnight mockery of immeasurable times
I was thinking of colours
I'd never show
I was dreaming of others
I'll never know their names
Moonlighting in the advent of pulling up tights
Moonlighting in the looming of the aftermath
Perfume days are over
Midnight mockery of immeasurable times
And that's alright
It's how we're saved
Silent movies corner me anyway
I was thinking of colours
I'd never show
I was dreaming of others
I'll never know their names, no
Perfume days are over
Not not nice
Not not great
Not not nice
Not not great