Testo di Tangerine

She wants to see the tangerine smile The pulp of life, the drug in her eye And the plastiscene climbing so high The nose that bleeds the driest of white Joining yourself Wide awake Burning this way I'm taken by this fascination I lived a lot, I slept in your face She wants to be the fashion of now The public life, the drug in her eye Joining yourself Wide awake Burning this way Joining yourself Wide awake The days would ramble on Tripping all alone In your silence And days are better slow While you're all alone In your silence, silence She wants to see the tangerine smile The pulp of life, the drug in her eye And the plastiscene climbing so high The nose that bleeds the driest of white Joining yourself Wide awake Burning this way Joining yourself Wide awake The days would ramble on Tripping all alone In your silence The days are better slow Rumbling all alone In your silence, silence Days would ramble on Tripping all alone In your silence The days are better slow Rumbling all alone In your silence, silence Silence, silence Silence, silence Silence