Soul Eclipse - Sam Phillips

Always inside, I act just like you, so you’ll like what you see

You won’t see through my eyes

I throw myself up, hate and take aim

Shards of desire fall with the rain

Blonde vacuum, with a hidden mouth that smokes inside, like a cigarette

I’m sending languages, secret messages, but I haven’t found you yet

You say, «What's in you fist? What’s in your head?

What’s in your eyes? What’s in your bed?»

I don’t know, but don’t give up

Don’t give up

There’s a fist in my head, dreams in my fist

Eyes in my sex, sex in my mouth

You don’t know

I’m interesting, you think I’m interesting, like the Apocalypse

I’m trying to connect with you, but I’m dark, in a soul eclipse

I can’t get the sleep out of my eyes

I wear colours to bed, and dream I’m writing the skies with joy