Shallow.
I'd hold onto your
pink and golden ocean if it would
bring you back to me.
I'd hold onto the nightmare that makes
me tremble at night if it would bring you to me.
With nimble fingers intertwined in purple hair
pulling down and down again.
Does your pleasure matter to me at all?
Well I'd be scared if I did this alone.
I can see you walking away from me,
where are you going now?
At this time of night.
I think you're sneaking away from me
into the whore-filled world of smoke and sex.
But I can't hold onto you.
Your pink clouds have drifted about
and gone home.
There's lace on the bottom on my funeral dress.
White lace will blood droplets that the police missed when questioning me.
They want to know where I hid the body.
They want to know why I held onto the knife that you would
pleasure yourself with. That you'd cut yourself and scream in delight.
And they wanted to know what my motives were.
And I told them you weren't good enough in bed for me.
pink and golden ocean if it would
bring you back to me.
I'd hold onto the nightmare that makes
me tremble at night if it would bring you to me.
With nimble fingers intertwined in purple hair
pulling down and down again.
Does your pleasure matter to me at all?
Well I'd be scared if I did this alone.
I can see you walking away from me,
where are you going now?
At this time of night.
I think you're sneaking away from me
into the whore-filled world of smoke and sex.
But I can't hold onto you.
Your pink clouds have drifted about
and gone home.
There's lace on the bottom on my funeral dress.
White lace will blood droplets that the police missed when questioning me.
They want to know where I hid the body.
They want to know why I held onto the knife that you would
pleasure yourself with. That you'd cut yourself and scream in delight.
And they wanted to know what my motives were.
And I told them you weren't good enough in bed for me.