Perfume Days

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 be, baby, of your hands on the furniture Perfume days are over Midnight mockery of immeasurable times I was thinking of colors I’d never show I was dreaming of others I’ll never know their names Moonlighting in the absence of pulling up tides Moonlighting in the looming of the aftermath Perfume days are over Midnight mockery of immeasurable times And thats alright It's hours saved Silent movies corner me anyway I was thinking of colors I’d never show I was dreaming of others I’ll never know their names Perfume days are over Not not nice Not not great Not not nice Not not great