My tongue that moves slow A minute before the evil street Breath woman captures a ghost Blurring sweat heads eat noodlestuff Sit up and beg For slivers of language That the night air might offer Pin back your ears And feed...
My tongue that moves slow A minute before the evil street Breath woman captures a ghost Blurring sweat heads eat noodlestuff Sit up and beg For slivers of language That the night air might offer Pin back your ears And feed...