Clouds Bower Of Bliss
Come and suck on the walls and the furniture
Make yourself at home, baby
In the bower of bliss
Such a beautiful thing it is to fornicate
Just fill me, fill me up, I'll levitate
I'll overflow, I'm so overcome
I'll float on fluid fire
Oh, I'm the best place you've ever been
Come and swing from the plasma chandeliers
Come and slip downstream to the root of your fears
To the heart of your desire
I got the lights down low
Drink the crimson air
Gotta row, row, go with the flow
My curves will guide you there
Oh, I'm the best place you've ever been
You'll never leave
You can smoke my hair
You can drink my piss
Your first memory must have looked like this
Bower of bliss
Run to me from the cold
I am a summer night
I am the greatest time
You've ever had
Run to me from the cold
I am a summer night
I am the greatest time
