
Promises Lyrics
- Genre:Soul
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Promises I want someone to make
Till the tiles bleed.
Till the bed dances to our rhythm.
Till you ask if your sweat is wine.
Till breath is acid.
Till toes wrinkle.
Till Friday evening
Turns Monday morning.
Till your plate is new
Till your neighbour’s catch your note.
Till your hips go jogging.
Till your cat farts, and whistles.
Till skid marks on skin.
Till silence.
Till cum god, begging
To take your place.