Testo G2G

Southpaw taylor; sewing light.
Light you swallow so it shines, from your ears horns of yellow, glow of white.
We are the stress-keepers.
We are the punchingtons.
Ready the mercurial flow,
Glow!
My silly girl, I stayed too long.
I said “Come here my darling, it all belongs to you.” Queen of mirth, you played your part.
You wanna be the storm, then be the storm.
Tragic rover, space time clover. I got secret power in tow.
Silver miner, ashtray writer; give them strife and let them settle.
We are the Gate-keepers.
We are the Kickingtons.
We got our own style.
Glow!
My silly girl I stayed too long.
I said “Come here my darling, it all belongs to you.”
My queen of mirth, I strayed too far.
You wanna be the storm, then be the storm.
My silly girl I stayed too long.
I said “Come here my darling, it all belongs to you.”
You little blue thunder, I strayed too far. You wanna be the storm, then be the storm.
throw it away like anything that you don't need.
(It's far away)