Siberian Kiss - Glassjaw

Give me back my pictures of me

Me, you, and him that makes three

It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depression

And I hope that you know

Like a bitch in heat, I hope she knows

So put another penny in and turn the crank

Until the frames cease to move

And the movie turns into a photo

A photo the size of a kiss, I hope she knows

Staring at this Parisian sex flick

Where the characters don’t meet, the characters don’t speak

And the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors:

Space always expanding

So put another coin in and turn the crank

Until the frames cease to move

And the movie turns into a photo

A photo the size of my fist, I hope she knows

A hiccup in paradise

I keep you jealously to myself

In photos the size of a kiss

A kiss in the shape of a bullet

On phone lines and letterhead

I’m dying about, I’m dying about

On phone lines and letterhead

I’m dying about, I’m dying about

I’ve watched you whore yourself for one more thing

Why don’t you sell yourself for one more?

There’s always one more thing, why don’t you sell yourself?

If I can’t have you, no one will

Pushing a lover to love another

Are you turned on?

Are you turned on?

Pushing a lover to love another

Are you turned on?

Are you turned on?

A hiccup in paradise

I keep you jealously to myself

In a photo the size of a kiss

A kiss in the shape of a bullet

On phone lines and letterhead

I’m dying about, I’m dying about

On phone lines and letterhead

I’m dying about, I’m dying about

A hiccup in paradise

I keep you jealously to myself

In a photo the size of a kiss

A kiss in the shape of a bullet

I keep you jealously to myself

I keep you jealously to myself

I keep you jealously to myself

I keep you jealously to myself

A kiss in the shape of a bullet