Love kept like secrets
Modern art museums
Created in basements
Know of the pedestal
Sun is floating low
Room is ruined by clean
Linen and perfume
And imitation gold
I wish I could be (soap on your skin)
Soap on your skin (your hands, your knees)
I wish I could take (soap on your skin)
Your hands, your hair
Shape of your face
You're floating through the air
The word seemed to come out rare
Staring through my eyes
Shower comb water hand surprise
I wish I could be (soap on your skin)
Soap on your skin (your hands, your knees)
I wish I could take (soap on your skin)
Your hands, your hair
Shape of your face
So I know there's not too
Much going down
Just the drain and all the
Pain that we found
So I know there's not too
Much going on
No turning back from our
Garish red sun, sun, sun
The sun is floating low
Perfume, imitation gold
The sun is floating low
Perfume, imitation gold