Present Perfect (An Epithalamium) Songtext
von Parenthetical Girls

Like blood to bruise
Your clothes clung close to you
And they′re grown back
To hues of curls you've kept from view

And my steps divide (?)
Alas that I saw you
As much as each of us
We just assumed you knew

We knew
We do
We do, oh
We do
We do, oh


We fucked through your room
Which traipse and turn through you
Retrace those restless days,
Now placed amongst the pews
And all as we once
When I last laid hands on you
Your touch left most of us
With tails and tongues removed

And we knew

So speaks the priest of less reprieves
And each forever holds his peace
You stumbled once on vows of trust
But don′t worry kid
Your secret's safe with us

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh

How we all salivate when the bells ring
How we all salivate when the bells ring

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh


And we all salivate when the bells ring
And we all salivate when the bells ring
Still we all salivate when the bells ring
And we all salivate when the bells ring

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh

Still we all salivate when the bells ring
Still we all salivate when the bells ring