Touchy Mob - Marcin Lyrics

As long as i can blow in through this glass
To make those tiny waves of the sound
They are not the waves of new york
They are not the waves of the pole
They are so tiny
And i can be speeding
I can be calmly speeding
Like a camera like a fabled head
Like a whale like the mail
Like a cloud of booze on the girl
Is it her is she me
Is it her is she me
I don't know
Gone short came high
As far as i am down to drown
In the quietest things
I see all the things in my room
I see all the things about town
I see they're shiny
And i sleep among them
I sleep among and along them
Like a baby like milk shoulder beachless king
Like i've got no idea of what i rule
I behave like grave
You fooled me but
It's worth the company
What shall i do with that
Poorly lip-synched copy of you

Dwarfed under the skies kick me may
You feel obliged to pick me i let flies
Flick me away your strong hands trick
Me and make me gay