Cocteau Twins

I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war or we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions(indications)
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
(x2)
Their little hands
Smooth all things
Ad nauseum
Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored
(trousers)
Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so
(tighter)
All of the time i improvise by making sure
(tighter)
It's to wait for you
Rounder
Pulled rounder (x3)
(x2)
Pulled round
Trousers
Tighter
Tighter
Their fan i tickle
From serpents to dragons
I'd immerse you in flame
Your milk and your passion