歌詞
The smell of a dry sheet of paper is reminiscent of the day of autumn in love.
Dead trees remember the touch of your fingers.
I'm shove the key in the keyhole, maybe I won't linger.
Who knows when I'll be real?
I made a deal with Satan.
I'll kneel
Please keep the smell of incense while the paten is in the church
I'll clean up my search
It's breathing, but you're not now, I know
I hope you'll be in the air when I hug a birch
You grow up darling, I know, I just don't want a show.
So there's love in the air right now.
Who knows when I'll be real?
I made a deal with Satan.
I'll kneel
Please keep the smell of incense while the paten is in the church
I will beg, pray, ask for forgiveness
Despite the fact that I know that there is no God
Holy repulsiveness.
It's a odd request if you're already dead.
音楽のスタイル
ukulele, desperate female voice, vocals, sad