Bird shadows in the state Look out for your fortune There's a million market men With knives sharpening kids In old cartoons Yeah, they land on the moon We could progress right through you With that satellite view Come watch our sex get swallowed We kiss in open cuts You're too nice to touch I wanna share our blood I think it's you they want I really love your hate I think it's something worth saving In their eyes all the money All the clothes in your house Where we made love on our couch Where the burnt shadows land And the ships cave in We kiss in open cuts You're too nice to touch I wanna share our blood I think it's you they want