Tuesday Moon کے بول

Speaker 1: I was off in a forest somewhere, I don't know where, but somewhere, and I was sitting on top of this huge tree, and I don't know how I got there. Like that tree way over there, that's just this little tiny twaint, and I was just sitting on it and I was afraid to move, and I moved and the tree just bent with me and that was weird Speaker 2: That's cool Your love is like a building Pushing up towards the sky I just want to climb your tower To your dress like apple pie Oh, I love you on a Tuesday Oh, I love you on a Tuesday moon Let's dribble hand on my perfume I am changing colors daily Jumping to my postbox While everything's exploding, baby In your dress I'll sleep a while Oh, it's flying toward some Tuesday Oh, it's flying toward some Tuesday moon Into the air like a balloon She's taking scissors to her wing It's shrinking diesel through my room With no arms and legs, can you dig? Can you dig it? Your love is like a drunken stupor Falling into push paper holes Into my insides I scoop her Burning up her real time flows Oh, I love you on a Tuesday Oh, I love you on a Tuesday moon Let's dribble hand on my perfume Let's dribble hand on my perfume Let's dribble hand on my perfume