Love is a Windsock Songtext
von Irk

Seraph with the wings of a days-dead bluebottle
And all I′m thinking is, does my hair look okay?

Public toilet gourmet calling now
Privacy film snaking all around
Not sympathetic; not in keeping
Sweat lodge justice and no birthday cake

Sarah, with the eyes of a picture-winged fly
And all you're thinking is, my capital is at risk


They are wearing stones around their necks
To what evil ends I know not yet
Only considered considerate lovers
Thanks for the outpouring, impressive but boring

"It′s just nice"

Have you ever been offered a strange glass of water?

Well, I suppose my love is a windsock
So-so caterpillar acting as a roadblock
No-fun pillory maker remarking thusly
Ho-hum killer, she says, "Wae is me! Wae is me! Wae is me!"

Sarah, with a voice like a choir of narcissists
And all I'm thinking is, does my face look weird?

Disappoint me

Then dae a nash