Mouth – Bush

You have some machine soul machine.
Soul of Machine.
The longest kiss.
Feeling furniture days.
Drift madly to you.
Pollute my heart; Drain.
You have stolen, me broken me, stolen me, broken me.
All your mental armour drags me down, nothing hurts like your mouth.

Your loaded smiles and pretty just deserts.
Wish it all for you.
So much it never hurts.
You have soul machine.
Stolen me all your mental armour drags me down.
We can’t breathe when we come around.


Lyric Mouth – Bush