"Perfume Days" lyrics

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 me, 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 that's 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