Teitur Thief About To Break In
Feel like a thief about to break in Standing outside a broken window My breath is warm, the air is cold Hear noises of insects in the green wet grass
I'm not gonna sell what I have stolen It's something that belongs to me
The floor simmers, I am nervous Place my hand on the entrance wall There are shrieking whispers in the closets Layers of dust on every surface
Please wash my head in a bucket of water Rinse every corner of my body
Feel like a thief about to break in Watching people pass on the street I wish to own the glow in their eye Because they are so beautiful
