Magazin

I was living in a magazin

When you let your ladder down

Jingle in your jeans

There was glitter on the ground

 

Gloss of freon air

Bells were ringing out

 

Shined teeth

Grinding up the moon

Nice dream

Lying in your room

 

I know you're not looking for love

But are you still looking for me?

Can you tell when you've had enough?

When the light's out what do you see?

 

Shined teeth

Grinding up the moon

Nice dream

Lying in your room

Shined teeth

Grinding up the moon

Nice dream

Lying in your room