Kiran Leonard - Pink Fruit lyrics

I am not told You'll arrive in your best The wig and the fine dress Throws me And the pace of my chest Increases tenfold When the gaze you have holds On me Stand to obey And the moment is carried away Hairline of heir apparent Disposed of pretense A shout from the king That pulls you to me (Unnecessary dancing) 'Cause the smile you can't hide Is enough to take you outside Nearly touching, arms outstretched We stood in a drawing room Thoughts are scarce There's no movement upstairs And the court noises are drowning You lie down And I see your skin The fear in your eyes At the hollow abdomen I stood back nervously When sat, beneath your chest, is a squid You say that you can explain A tentacle reaches out And grabs my wrist And that night is distinct Is a horror How does it carry on Out of water Not discussed, carry on She dresses crying Heaven elect my misery Judging eye of history The remits are confused Leveled at the limits of this Ark wilderness we stand to lose ["From the perspective of the woman with the abdomened squid"] Garrote me sober let truth divide Arrested winter; my hands are tied The creek is empty my love is true Infected angel her eyes are blue She isn't there when she begs for you All crested nimble false interest Incentive fidgets it's not her best A median picture, the lie you see Nestling warm underneath a tree You'd realize if you turned to me Sleepy temper at least it's pure Unlike the folks in the cracked mirror I won't pull out of the sick linen Drowning my mind through the thick and thin And I won't tell you what I've taken in Garrote my body or cut the crest Cut off my head and put me in a nest Your tongue is numb from her vicious love She keeps it dry in a box of snuff She doesn't know what she's thinking of I adolesce Default to dark art Concerning the heart It's false Acrid unfazed whatever Intoned seriousness Intoned seriousness It was a pink fruit I ought to see you It was a pink fruit I ought to see you It was a pink fruit I ought to see you It was a pink fruit I ought to see you The sun bared down Ulterior, unnamed Shapeless are angels [Channel surfing]