Parallel

If I hang up, roof will fall
Now she vanished and my joints might pop
Ought to reach the motherland where she lays

Not enough metaphor
To explain how I'ma miss her bones
Here's a raw truth and I moan it's dead

She has fed me she has borne me
Now I can't locate
I can't hide my face in her face
This world's gonna be so odd
(Be so odd, gonna be so odd)

I have eyes yet to adore
I have chest yet to embrace
Love in the land she left
I will remain amazed she's dead
She's dead

The taste of your lipstick stays on
The tip of my tongue tip of my tongue
The taste of your lipstick stays on
The tip of my tongue tip of my tongue
The taste of your lipstick stays on
The tip of my tongue tip of my tongue
The taste of your lipstick stays on
The tip of my tongue tip of my tongue
Tip of my tongue tip of my, tip of my tongue