Delikatessen Lyrics

Three In One Gentleman Suit Delikatessen

lipstick is a din, it ain’t a colour, ain’t a feel, it
ain’t gonna talk about you so I am gonna kiss you
goodbye. fragments of your skin on a paper, on this
letter, on a quick clockwise sequence, they easily slide
through my hands. the picture of a glimpse gonna darken
and disappear, whatever is left I’ll just stare to and
emisphere long horizon line