Tactilian - Half Waif

What’s on my mind in the evening?

Tangerines in their skins

Taking their time to be eaten

So cold, so cold

Smoke in my lantern

What’s on my mind when the light’s out?

I don’t think you wanna know

Think I’m a bit sick of holding on

A terrible time to be thinking

Think I’d rather undress

Feel the flesh in my fingers

Let it go, let it go, let it pass

Smoke in my lantern

What’s on my mind when the light’s out?

I don’t think you wanna know

Think I’m a bit sick of holding on

Then I open the door

And I know

I’m not gonna be back for a while