Psapp - Infra Red

Do Something Wrong 0306 calm down biskitt pocket dad's breakdown infra red                                                       northdown c

Your spit still clings to bottles in the fridge It brings relief to know that you've been there All this time The taste of AM shifting through the darkest night It battles for a space that's right How I collect My eyes you drew Cross them for something to do Mmmm Barefeet cross, in infrared they meet They last, the images they make still stay Close to me Pins and things, they're caught up in your hair They made, they made me want to care, still there And I collect Half-sucked sweets and fine receipts Stuck in my pocket for you For you