作词 : David Tibet 作曲 : David Tibet I had the verbal touch The silver sliver of nexus Carved from the bloody water First-poured Form drowning Pulling down the moons and suns From the thighs of the queen Of grace and grinding The bump, the bribe, the breasts Made me slyly arise In clouds of candy Tanks of flies
作词 : David Tibet 作曲 : David Tibet I had the verbal touch The silver sliver of nexus Carved from the bloody water First-poured Form drowning Pulling down the moons and suns From the thighs of the queen Of grace and grinding The bump, the bribe, the breasts Made me slyly arise In clouds of candy Tanks of flies
