Текст песни Graffiti - Saleka

I hear nostalgia drip
From my fingertips
I taste duende on your skin
This feels a little bit like sin
You soak my hair in red wine
Your fingers on my back trace "You're mine"
We crescendo into the blur of our nightly chase
But something heavy flickers in the negative space

His graffiti all over me
Graffiti that you can't see
Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh
Tabula rasa, I can't give it to you yet
My fire still lights for his cigarette
Graffiti all over me

His abscence is dense
But your magnetics are immense
We melt into December mornings
Ignoring all the storm warnings
You wanna fall into the waves, but I'm numb from abrasion
He still skates on my margins through my connotations

His graffiti all over me
Graffiti that you can't see
Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh
Tabula rasa, I can't give it to you yet
My fire still lights for his cigarette
Like using Daedalus' wings to fly
Addicted to the momentary high
Of his graffiti all over me
Graffiti that you can't see
Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh-oh-oh...