Paper Mache - The Lime Light текст песни

Sober I swim in my sweatshirt
Cover every square inch of my skin
Well the hungry eyes cold as the lime light
I think it taste a lot more like lemons
Like the pengelum swings
My mood changes with drinks of warm smile and some compliments

I ask the mirror what I got
And it slurs its response
So I dont have to see what I am
Or have become