Halloween

This is the sexiest song ever written and perfectly delivered from Kim’s whispery voice. Thurston, you lucky bastard. Although it’s probably some obscure reference to something really deep, to my personally simplistic view, this is a song about the basic act of fucking.

I’ve edited some words, but mostly I’ve changed the punctuation, becuz I think the timing in which it’s sung is a huge part of the song’s mood:

There's something shifting in the distance, Don't know what it is… Days as dead as night, Except for the feeling that's… Crawling up inside of me, as you, Sing your song, as you… Swing along and your, It's your... your song

The devil in me… Makes me stare at you, as you… Twist up along… sing your song, and you’re… Slithering up to me, and you’re So close I just, uh, wanna… touch you And uh, sing you a song, but you Don't know what's going on, but you… Wanna… me to come along, as you… Sing your song, and you’re Fucking with me, as you, Slither up to me Your lips are, slipping Twisting up my insides, and Sing along, you're just a, Swinging man, it’s not it your Swinging song, and I Don’t know what you want, but You're looking at me, and you’re Falling on the ground, and you’re Twisting around… Fucking with my, my mind, and I don't know what's… going on

Swing your song, twisting along, as you Slither up to me and it's… gotta be in, I don’t know what you… Wanna do, and you’re, Looking at me, with your… Big dark eyes and you’re… Rubbing your body…

Twistin'