Self-doubt, it's what I do. This music, this sound, this voice and these words. All that carry "me", it's not writing nor music, f***, it's certainly not "art." When the boundaries seem unclear we don't have a language
That day you fainted, your eyes looked right through me, from nowhere in particular, dislocated, light, monotonous
And when I touched you I turned you into a girl, only for a moment, soon you'll come back to me, but when I touched you I could turn you into a girl, and I could love you wildly, girly, wildly, girly, boundlessly, wildly
That day you fainted, your eyes looked right through me, from nowhere in particular, dislocated, light, monotonous
And when I touched you I turned you into a girl, only for a moment, soon you'll come back to me, but when I touched you I could turn you into a girl, and I could love you wildly, girly, wildly, girly, boundlessly, wildly