Virgin Lips Songtext
von Apparatus

Visualise or fantasise
Whatever suits your circumstances
Constantise your compromise
And take a shot of my second chances

Can′t resist the static bliss
The scattered pearls the model tripped on
Misbehaving, being vague
The flask that holds your coke and bourbon


When the matchstick you held
To my wax heart starts to burn
Your fingertips
And the only thing I want
Is to hear those words on
Your virgin lips

When the matchstick you held
To my wax heart starts to burn
Your fingertips
And the only thing I want
Is to hear those words on
Your virgin lips

She's the innocent thriller
On the smudged mirror
Waiting for the blur to fade
Start digging my shallow grave
And bring me back to myself

Bring me back to myself