Biting the Air - Cloud Rat

Spun like strings on a guitar

Tighten my arms around you

A distance I can see from the middle room

You in the corner under the lamp

Waiting, what you do best to suck the blood from time

First drink of wine, pretend to nap

A ghost in the ceiling

Apply the makeup to be together

Walks across the sand, Polish script passes out eyes

Pain across an ocean, watching storms

Frustrated forehead hits a teleprompter

Sleigh bells tied to sticks to awaken a love and a charm

A little light, a little light