Текст песни Polyester

Touching flowers with your scream Meeting sweets She smiles like cream When your hair hides melting grace Worn out minds won't touch your face I am leaning far, too far above the ice So I'll feed my hands with cheeks of other names I am lying under tons of porcine snow Polyester absorbs me Fawn At last my parents cried About my green and my last white Now my darling goes to him She will dare her cross's skin I'm using gloves