Louisiana - Underworld

I feel asleep last night

On a roundabout

A cloud of wings

From the glass around you

Light reflects

The sun on your skin

When you touch me

Bullets in conversation

On a crowded train

Quietly violent

When you touch me

Planets in sweet collision

Quietly violent

I fell asleep last night

On the underground

The air there breaks

With the light around you

The darkness breaks

Whenever you walk in

When you touch me

Planets in sweet collision

When you touch me

Bullets in conversation

Quietly violent

Quietly violent