Testo Frames

She's gone back to the city
She's gone half the world away
I'm stuck inside living
Creatures she paints that feature her frame

Sometimes I think of those buildings
When I see through the cracks
A new kind of love and life filled them I'll see all the colors when she paints it black

Hot love
Feedback
Nothin'

Try try try, babe

High tide
Short stop
Perfect

Too high to die that way