Oh the lisbon girls

This empty chest. This hollow throbbing. This empty shell. Will help you sleep. And your name will come in time. For now take a number. This is a surrender skin This is hanging on Sing the high notes,...

Mirror: this is a surrender skin In another room: this is hanging on The sirens know what they are in for. Sing the high notes, touch his hand. This is routine. To a spinning ceiling: this is giving...