Whip Cream & Whiskey Songtext
von Brielle Ansems

Something sweet
In the middle of the week
Like whip cream and whiskey
Like cigarette tea

The bitterest brew
That twilight bruise
With a hint of amaretto
And the scent of you


Oh, the sky′s burnt sugar bright
And there's a brittle kind of smile behind my eyes
Won′t you break my back
Make a picture with the glass
And I will taste the metal in your kiss
Like whip cream and whiskey

I'd like to know
How the quiet grows
Like watching old movies
With the lights down low

A hurricane moon
Nostalgia bloom
With a strike of static sadness
That shocks you through


Oh, the night's turned velvet smooth
And I′m still missing every soothing piece of you
Won′t you break my back
Make a picture with the glass
And I will taste the metal in your kiss
Like whip cream and whiskey