The art of fitting - Blasted Mechanism

It’s getting colder every minute in my skull

Your vodka’s striking ice on fire

The smoke of my pipe keeps you under the spell

We’re both aromatically perfumed

And we’re cool that we’re so damn fool

We’re rolling from the bar to the hotel

Driving slow because the snow can make us crash

Well the car stopped and broke down

So we’ll take a rest now

Everything fits perfectly

This is true love

Just as pure as we can make it

Your eyes, your eyes

Keep reminding me

Haunting

It’s getting warmer every minute in my skull

Your body’s striking mine on fire

The smell of your skin keeps me under the spell

You’re so aromatically perfumed

This is true love

Just as pure as we can make it

Your eyes, your eyes

Keep reminding me

Haunting

Changing slowly

Changing slowly

And your words begin to annoy me

We just can’t stay next to each other

This is the end, you see

Everything fits perfectly

This is true love

Just as pure as we can make it

Your eyes, your eyes

Keep reminding me

Haunting