Copricolori

If there's one thing that gets me going
It's cooking for you
She sings with a voice a bit altered to impress
To show me she can do it, then I gotta puke
Madonna of thighs and panties
Protect these dreams
There's a clock, it won't let me sleep, I take out the batteries
It keeps ticking

I press the buttons on this ship
Pull the levers to take off
In the space-time paradox
Inside the black hole of your eyes
Through the glass flows the solar system
Pull up here, let’s stop and watch
From the dense weave filters a light
That then goes back into dark spaces