Michelangelo, put wings on me
Make it burn under the sun
The little parties on boats
The sky, no, doesn't have freckles tonight
The moon instead is stuck to the windows
My pupils retreat into the dark
I fall asleep in this hole, I'm alone
Even though I roam like I'm a vagabond
And I feel like a bottomless well
Looking for something new
How I remember the first time
I've never tasted that flavor
You're something that has never existed
You're something that has never existed
Because if anxiety's overbearing
How I remember the first time
I've never tasted that flavor
You're something that has never existed
You're something that has never existed
You're something that has never existed
I didn't ask you what for
Make it burn under the sun
The little parties on boats