Champagne tongue, smoked out lungs, Prada kisses on your 1 am
creepy crawls. Slipped iron velvet glove, blushed cheeks expense
it to the club. These London bridges are falling down.


All that sugar and champagne keeps me awake.


I took my doe to the woods to sing a river song. Dressed her in
all these pearls asked her to play along. "Sean, what do you want
from me, I'm covered in silk and bills gold light, what does it

mean? My London bridges are coming down" with skeleton wire.

And if you see my doe with a smile on her face in the chalk white

quintessence I could taste all that sugar and champagne keeps
me awake.