Under an alias And soft blue light I introduced myself Your mode was shy I took some liberties We took our time We were agreeable Our drinks were fine
Under the influence With full free will You took a photograph I took a pill It was not original But we felt we’d won I felt the sum of you In your small warm tongue
Both of the modern world Both pale and white We got our Liberty Now we need a plight I’ll be your empathy If you’ll be mine Lost in each other’s needs We’ll both feel kind We’ll both feel nice We’ll both feel fine
Fed on our mothers’ milk We’re milky white So full of sympathy Our hands are tied I’ll be your Romeo If you’ll stay alive I like our furniture This bed feels fine
Both of the modern world Both pale and white Bloated on Liberty Purging by night I’ll be your scapegoat Your alibi Lost in each other’s needs We’ll both feel kind We’ll both feel nice We’ll both feel fine
