Texty: Sonic Youth. Hallowe'en.

There's something shifting in the distance
Don't know what it is? Day as dead as night
Except for the feeling that's crawling up inside of me
As you sing your song
As you swing along and your
It's your, your song

The Devil in me who makes me stare at you
As you twist up along, sing your song
And you're slithering up to me and you're so close
I just wanna touch you and sing your song
And you don't know what's going on
But you want me to come along
And sing your, sing your song

You're fucking with me as you slither up to me
Your lips are slipping, twisting up my insides
And sing along you're just a swinging man
And since singing your song

And now I don't know what you want
But you're looking at me
And you're falling on the ground
And you're twisting around
Fucking with my, my mind
And I don't know what's going on

Swing your song, twist it along
As you slither up to me, and it's got to be
And I don't know what you want to do
And looking at me with your big dark eyes
And you're rubbing your body
Twist