Testo
There is no music to this scene
It's breasts and flashing lips
The din of flesh on flesh on flesh on flesh
And it's the rasp that stops the rage
Silent hours and empty stares
Fading dunes and a hill, her dress
With air and salt sunk in her hair
She smelled of me and sun and sweat
Mute with the words I cannot, I cannot say
There is no...
There is no music to this scene
It's breasts and flashing lips
The din of flesh on flesh on flesh on flesh
And it's the rasp that stops the rage
It's whining moods and heavy lips
And it's a group of laughing men
They're all dressed up and loud and smart
And old and young and fair and tart
Mute with the words I cannot, I cannot say
There's only so much skin that I can stretch
Over the pain
Before I'm deaf in the shame
Before I'm dead
There is no...