Testo di Arabella

Arabella house and high pitches the dog she understands we can't so dreamin shift across sheets lost mothers, instruments, and metal fruit bowls tell me my eyes are hungry babe, i haven't eaten for a while go to sleep i'll try to keep your birthday in the car ride alive when you wake up i will be covered in milky sweat and grey, grey, grey cashmere i may not fall in a christian and cameroon for a muslim at the mall? love, love, love the cold