Frou-Frou Foxes In Midsummer Fires — Cocteau Twins

I buckle and rosed As god and the rest(wrist) How mere riches be A war or we lose Close into symbols A fly drinks the ignitions(indications) They turn infant's breath my Milk and wrap to her baby In day And night to come

Their little hands Smooth all things Ad nauseum

Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening (pulled round) Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored (trousers) Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so (tighter) All of the time i improvise by making sure (tighter) It's to wait for you Rounder Pulled rounder

Pulled round Trousers Tighter Tighter

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In day And night to come Their little hands Smooth all things Ad nauseum

Things old And young Very young Rise here comes our reason New skies are a young escape to find you

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