Tim Darcy Saint Germain
They say creation is the loudest screech of escape
Which explains why mine sounds like a scream
Well this is not a diatribe its a rolling seaside
So deep breath when you dive backwards off the bridge of her nose
Well I can't remember what it felt like to feel
No I can't remember what it felt like when I touch your hair
Men went inside of you where noone knows
Found something we exhumed in providence in June
Something had long died in spirit
Something beyond smooth
Well I can't remember what it felt like to feel
No I can't remember what it felt like when I touch your hair
Covered in the wild flames Saint Germain I forgot your name
Covered in the wild flames Saint Germain yourself to blame
Covered in the wild flames Saint Germain that's not your name
Covered in the wild flames Saint Germain I've wasted some blame