Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Skin Of the Night

Like a moth she moves to the red light
Her blood warms and boils there
She skims the sweat like a new milk
And pops the buttons off her wet blouse

Oh Queen of the Night
Well she is deep inside
She is haunting me
All of her soft parts call to me
She could be mine

She digs her nails into her naked chest
Miles of veins fan out like a road map
She pulls back the skin to show her ribs
That twinkle like shooting stars


Lyrics by M83

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

These Swan Songs To Thee



(Collage by Krystyna for Lee's Xmas present)