I bolded the words I think need changing. By the way, I'm listening to the actual album version for reference.
and I'd like to watch the white FLASH of your heels as they take turns breaking the desert heat to beckon me in languages I've never learned
and I'd like to have you navigate two hills where no musicians live and on the way decide what BENDINGS of your will you're willing to forgive
when me and the boys were out
we killed a thousand butterflies
so I put their wings into my mouth and said a prayer for our safe arrival
and then a big black car crossed our path
and I wondered whether or not that SHOOTER(?) was empty
you go
see the sirens and the lizards lick their tongues BEHIND THE STAGE
see the actor keep THEIR ritual to keep them all at bay
he would like to come home naked without war paint on his face
and APPEAR before you, virgin white if virgin's are still chaste
and if there are two eyes in my head there are four season in a year
and reflections on the water of a burning yellow sphere
and the days add up to weeks add up to months
and add up TO YEARS
and then you forgot a final verse:
and if reflections on the water sometimes look like burning tears
we can watch them change in shape without pushing off the pier
I bolded the words I think need changing. By the way, I'm listening to the actual album version for reference.
and I'd like to watch the white FLASH of your heels as they take turns breaking the desert heat to beckon me in languages I've never learned and I'd like to have you navigate two hills where no musicians live and on the way decide what BENDINGS of your will you're willing to forgive
when me and the boys were out we killed a thousand butterflies so I put their wings into my mouth and said a prayer for our safe arrival and then a big black car crossed our path and I wondered whether or not that SHOOTER(?) was empty you go
see the sirens and the lizards lick their tongues BEHIND THE STAGE see the actor keep THEIR ritual to keep them all at bay he would like to come home naked without war paint on his face and APPEAR before you, virgin white if virgin's are still chaste
and if there are two eyes in my head there are four season in a year and reflections on the water of a burning yellow sphere and the days add up to weeks add up to months and add up TO YEARS
and then you forgot a final verse: and if reflections on the water sometimes look like burning tears we can watch them change in shape without pushing off the pier