Incense Video (MV)

Called the night before
Said you were gonna be here
Fixed my room into a bore
Not that you would ever care dear
The sun sleeps
And you're near
Sparks and smoke
I'll count the minutes
While this pacing gets severe
A few knocks
Then you're in my room
Puff and smolder
A kind of kindling
With something to help you
To love the surreal
Even if it's not real
Think back to the feel
Rewind the tape's wheel
To love the surreal
Even if it's not real
Think back to the feel
Rewind the tape's wheel
She's coming down
She's coming down
She's coming down
Olfactual
Contractual
Make a little fire
So the memory is actual
Non-retractable
But all-factual
Almost impractical
Not very rational
But she makes this so supernatural
Her fingertips a drug that's tactual
Branding every moment invaluable
The scent is not
Detachable
The sun sleeps
And you're near
Sparks and smoke
I'll count the minutes
While this pacing gets severe
A few knocks
Then you're in my room
Puff and smolder
A kind of kindling
With something to help you
To love the surreal
Even if it's not real
Think back to the feel
Rewind the tape's wheel
To love the surreal
Even if it's not real
Think back to the feel
She's coming down
She's coming down
She's coming down