Spectre 歌词

Spectre I've seen you around in my house You've got me running to the corners of the basement And life in a cage makes you mad But when I think about you Visions of an ice cream It's melting all over your hand The pink drips dripping to the ants upon the pavement It tastes pretty good, then it's gone Well, that's like my definition of love Definition of love Spectre You stand next to me in the dark Such a pretty figment of my imagination No more to be said, to be done 'Cause I can't even touch you, picture a hand coming down To carry you up once again You leave such a sweet taste Digging a hole to get to wherever you've gone Stupid paranoid, dig the love You dig the love