Moustache

Risking a discovery
Everything seems to be pretty scary
But down you will find my eyes
Glow

Finding and losing at the same time
Illegal man don’t you ever say how
Bittersweet was your long and dusty
Road

Round and round you turn me on with empty illusion
Catching magnet, twist me, hurt me - pure sensation


Absynthe party as a vacation
Strange I know but there has something went wrong
Wondering where all the sailors have
Gone

They’ve left us here in filthy embracing
Either way our ship is sinking
And that’s how my saddened joy is
Done