Текст песни Perfume Days - Cate Le Bon

This karaoke taking up all of my life
This karaoke me in a honey trap

Perfume days are over
Midnight mockery of immeasurable times

Talk to me, baby, of the languages inside
Talk to me, baby, of your hands on the furniture

Perfume days are over
Midnight mockery of immeasurable times

I was thinking of colours
I′d never show
I was dreaming of others
I'll never know their names

Moonlighting in the advent of pulling up tights
Moonlighting in the looming of the aftermath

Perfume days are over
Midnight mockery of immeasurable times

And that′s alright
It's how we're saved
Silent movies corner me anyway

I was thinking of colours
I′d never show
I was dreaming of others
I′ll never know their names, no

Perfume days are over
Not not nice
Not not great
Not not nice
Not not great