"love potion" lyrics
You caught me in a web that you wove from
Eye rolls and legs done in lotion
That stir slow in the bed like a cauldron
And turn turmoil to the bubble-toil, boil of a love potion
Stones set in silver to set in stone your devotion
Labyrinthine eyes, navidson formlessness
At home, the utmost closeness, poems and ornaments
Blue mums sprung from plum dirt in uncertain coordinates
Holy ghost of the golden pothos' leaves
Souls' exteriors shed, roly-polies in molt, come close to me
Oh, my sweet null-set pet whose lights glow aubergine
Can I please join you for groceries?
Can we stroll each aisle oafishly, at funeral pace?
Melodramatic reminiscence on our stupid mistakes?
Paint each other in cubist brushstrokes 'til blue in the face?
You make even a dying world into a beautiful place
You caught me in a web that you wove from
Eye rolls and legs done in lotion
That stir slow in the bed like a cauldron
And turn turmoil to the bubble-toil, boil of a love potion
Eye rolls and legs done in lotion
That stir slow in the bed like a cauldron
And turn turmoil to the bubble-toil, boil of a love potion
Stones set in silver to set in stone your devotion
Labyrinthine eyes, navidson formlessness
At home, the utmost closeness, poems and ornaments
Blue mums sprung from plum dirt in uncertain coordinates
Holy ghost of the golden pothos' leaves
Souls' exteriors shed, roly-polies in molt, come close to me
Oh, my sweet null-set pet whose lights glow aubergine
Can I please join you for groceries?
Can we stroll each aisle oafishly, at funeral pace?
Melodramatic reminiscence on our stupid mistakes?
Paint each other in cubist brushstrokes 'til blue in the face?
You make even a dying world into a beautiful place
You caught me in a web that you wove from
Eye rolls and legs done in lotion
That stir slow in the bed like a cauldron
And turn turmoil to the bubble-toil, boil of a love potion
