Buckfever Underground
Buckfever Underground - Love In A Time Of Visas songtekst
Je score:
you're seeing the bosphorus in the distance, from here I can see the cable cars(two things on the same line, but never at the same station) we can both see mosques, or at least, if I was standing on the roof I could you're cooking something in the kitchen, I'm spinning around on an office chair there's a tiny delay, when we laugh it becomes irrelevant I'm trying to let a twenty minute phone call tell me something new about you trying to let that hug you send me crunch my bones, pretending the plastic of the phone is the warm curve of your face that fits like a favourite hat the kind of hat you'll climb back up a mountain for, knowing that it's kept you warm before and there's no reason to let it go just like that that email you sent me about full moon was like a brainscan spelled out in english I wish I was a psychopath, I mean a homeopath, I mean, I wish I had telepathic powers, so I can make you do things with your hands or control about an inch of your skin, make it glow in the dark, just a bit like an indiglo watch, a blinking cellphone charger, uv strips on a jogger I wish it was the end of july already, so I can rub a rough thumb over your eyebrows and take you to a room somewhere where we can talk and unpack and shower and put our steaming limbs together, melting the sheets as if it was snow in the thin quiet air of nepal then I can put my ear to yours and download enough mp3s for years of listening pleasure and tonight, what i remember is nothing but the blue in your eyes turning green like a fish jumping in and out of water as the sheets in my bed flap from darkness to heaven tonight's the night that i feel the warmth of your face like a gust from the warm wind mulling around now for hours and hours like the weather is one of your powers and even if all i have to show for it is backpain and a sense of something incomplete when i go through my daily prayer of car eat work shit sleep and even if all i need to know is that when i play a song i like you're somewhere in it laughing like rubbish removal is a service for clowns doing black humour and you're directing aeroplanes again to take off and to land when you dance like a madman and sing in a band and my heart is a leather handle, pulling with the tides of yours hitching rides with the freedom in the sand my teeth are aching for peppermint chocolate and lion's breath in the morning by that river, you remember because tonight, i watched a movie alone together with other people and the moon was just hanging there like a church without a steeple