Cloud Rat - Biting the Air Lyrics

Spun like strings on a guitar,
Tighten my arms around you.
A distance I can see from the middle room,
You in the corner under the lamp,
Waiting, what you do best to suck the blood from time.
First drink of wine, pretend to nap,
A ghost in the ceiling.
Apply the makeup to be together.
Walks across the sand, Polish script passes out eyes.
Pain across an ocean, watching storms.
Frustrated forehead hits a teleprompter.
Sleigh bells tied to sticks to awaken a love and a charm.
A little light, a little light.