Lirieke: Goldfrapp. Felt Mountain. Paper Bag.

No time to fuck
But you like the rush
And where would we be without sums
Deals we make

Brown paper bag
Makes for a hat
When it rains on your head, mate
Cheers for that

When the world
Stops for snow
When you laugh
I'm inside your mouth

Sucking the sun
Baboons and birds
With the weight of you dear
I forgot

Brown paper bag
Makes for a hat
When it rains on your head, mate
Cheers for that

When the world
Stops for snow
When you laugh
I'm inside your mouth

And you scream, dear
Fear also tamed

When you laugh
I'm inside your mouth