Letra de Surtsey

Moisturising-loving-sun-kissed-look-upon the skin of a human being a comet cried I'm not a comet inside, so marry me ptarmigan, give me your wings adn we'll kiss goodnight to the moon for the sun and the leeches cried there's nothing inside you to keep us alive but the sun. So kiss this deciduous lipstick in the form of these evergreen lip-skins risking rejections regretfully flooding the cheeks above and beside. Stay in love, it helps you grow old, and that's the goal (is that not the goal?) to grow old. Sea cracking wonderful bunion to be likened to, salt whipped lahars grab onto our ha has and lift them out of the waves, let's not drown ourselves in... moisturising-lotion-sun-kissed-look-upon the skin of a human being a comet cried I'm not a comet inside, so marry me ptarmigan, give me your wings and we'll kiss goodnight to the moon for the sun and the leeches cried there's nothing inside you to keep us alive but the sun