Brisa Roché - Past Contemplative lyrics

You hit the table with your fist As if to say "no room here for what's fragile" So now you've got your crowd awake Back and forth from praise to shame you're agile And it's experience when your work turns bad And it's experience when your eyes wake up sad Your hair has grown across your eyes And this looks quite good as if you planned it Still they back away when they learn That they're only moons around your planet And it's experience when your work turns bad And it's experience when your eyes wake up sad I want to be sweet to you, let me try I want to climb with you, until you're high You radiate a state of cool But don't believe I'm fooled that it is native, no Yet your hand at building fires Turns me on way past contemplative And it's experience when your work turns bad And it's experience when your eyes wake up sad