Wild Nothing Tv Queen
TV Queen
Putting clothes on
Her felt-strip dress and her stockings
And when you walk out of that box
And out of that screen, you're real to me
No, that's not right
I got so lost trying to know you
Trying to touch you, trying to
No, that's not right
I got so lost trying to know you
Trying to touch you, trying to
In a bright room
Is this your face?
Is this your body that I'm seeing?
Those dead eyes
The closest I can ever get to you, the real you
No, that's not right
I got so lost trying to know you
Trying to touch you, trying to
No, that's not right
I got so lost trying to know you
Trying to touch you, trying to
No, that's not right
I got so lost trying to know you
Trying to touch you, trying to
No, that's not right
I got so lost trying to know you
Trying to touch you, trying to