Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse

You into my bed
Like some sort of insect
And I myself spellbound
At the sight of you

in my room,
Beautiful and grotesque and all the rest of bug stuff
your way into my mouth
Behind my teeth, reaching for my

That night we got kicked out of two
And laughed our way

That you leaned over
And up into your hair
And I
I would offer you my

If I thought it would be
I would give you my

The with death is that you have

Some hundred years and then can
Build on your only bones
100 years and then your grave is not own
We lie in out beds, and our

Unable to save ourselves
The quaint tragedies we
And then undo the stupid circumstances
We slalomed

And I realized night that the hall light
Which so bright when you turned it on is nothing
to the dawn
Which is nothing, compared to the

seeps from me while you're sleeping
Cocooned in my
Beautiful and grotesque
night we got kicked out of two bars

And laughed our way
And I held you thinking

I would offer you my
I give you my breath
I would offer you my