Julia Holter
Maxim's I
Tonight the birds are watching meDo they have more important things to do?What of hearts in diamonds?O, I don't understandInot Maxim's we will see them walkWill they eat a piece of cheese or will they talk?When they're loud enough, we can hear their wordsBy night we are inquisitory birdsSome nights we are asked if we ever tireOf gazing at their heels and everyday desiresRemember every dewy tale written of their loves?Compare them to the ones they touch in front of usWe do not dance a story for youGil Blas bored whispers awakening the beasts in meGo! Find your feetDrink some bloodSay it to my faceIf you want to be starting something
From Letras Mania