black mission goggles

the sky is falling like a, sock of cocaine in the, ministry of information, subway train's derailing, heads decapitating, catch her reflection and it seems to sing to me, and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala, lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala, she's a warm bodega, high on noriega, strung out in brooklyn like it's 1983, she wears her legs around her, neck like a piece of ice, her smile's a neon marque hipsters eat for free, and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala, lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala, i am falling like a, sock of cocaine in the, ministry of information, i'm a warm bodega, high on noriega, strung out in brooklyn cause i fell in love with her, and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala, lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala, moon cuts moon cuts tiny like eyelash, lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper, moon cuts moon cuts tiny like eyelash, lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper, i walk around i whisper in her scalp, i whisper on the wind i whisper once again, i whisper, yes i do, i whisper