كلمات Centipede

Oh, I wonder how you move Your hundred little legs I've never seen Them spin with such a grace Your point in each and every step It's like a thousand of the times We could've changed But we're cemented in place Give me ataraxia The air is hardening around us And it's making me shake When thinking of inching close To your face We're strangers in the excess We're not like the others here So won't you stay the night, dear And tell me I belong Give me ataraxia It's ataraxia 'Cause it fills You fill me a little Then straight through the bottom We're all faking something And you fill You fill me a little Then straight through the bottom We promised we'd leave to live We promised we'd leave to live (The others, the others, the others) Oh, I envy how you move Those hundred little legs I've never been As fine without an aim So won't you stay the night, dear And tell me I belong Give me ataraxia 'Cause you fill You fill me a little Then straight to the bottom Did you stay to prove you could (The others, the others, the others)