Thank god we rested here
All silver winged and bottle vision
It’s a good day to skip out on our thoughts (on our thoughts)
And just enjoy this jaded joke
You’ve gotta kid yourself
To make the mile work
Like kissing lipstick
Or angels in the sand
I saw you stumble
Still you don’t grab my hand
I see this it mustn’t be real
I’m nervous my stomach just fills
With timid silken butterflies
Aren’t they just like monsters
In the neon splendour
Be the love you’re looking for
As faded clockwork clicks, hypocrites (clockwork clicks)
I almost wish we were butterflies
And just live for three summer days
Then end surrounded with “désolé”
Like kissing lipstick
Or angels in the sand
I saw you stumble
Still you don’t grab my hand
I see this it mustn’t be real
I’m nervous my stomach just fills
With timid silken butterflies
Aren’t they just like monsters
Aren’t they just like monsters
Aren’t they just like monsters
Like kissing lipstick
Or angels in the sand
I saw you stumble, you don’t grab my hand
Like kissing lipstick
Or angels in the sand
Timid silken butterflies
Aren’t they just like monsters
Aren’t they just like monsters
Still you don’t grab my hand
I see this it mustn’t be real
I’m nervous my stomach just fills
With timid silken butterflies
Aren’t they just like monsters