(Intro) Songtext
von Gregory and the Hawk

You put your hands on your hips
In the last sliver of the moon
Your goodbye is shit
I can almost taste your spit

I wouldn′t mind if you came to my castle

Building it brick by brick
Beneath a giant yellow sickle
On a charcoal cliff
I can almost taste your spit


I wouldn't mind if you tried all my tunes

My kingdom for you
Tracking patterns while she waxes
Hope you′ll be here soon
I can almost taste your spit

I wouldn't mind if you talked to me nice

You put the glass to your lips
Basking in a grown cocoon
My potions give you lift
When I mix them with your spit