SINGER: Trip Shakespeare

SONG:Your Mouth

Your mouth is my apartment in the evening
back down to the work again
it's no place for a living man
i ride around on the ice cream bicycle
dreamsicle in my hand
once over the park again
i sing bombpop'll do you well
i wait for day to be night again
ringin' that foolish bell
your mouth is my apartment in the evening
and i sleep in a ruby dark bed
Back down in the dust again
i see a vision that i cannot stand
another vendor on a bicycle bender
lollipops in his hand
once over the park again
i sing bombpop'll do you well
i wait for day to be night again
ringin' that foolish bell
Your mouth is my apartment in the evening
and i sleep in a ruby dark bed
And i work in the flames
(no love shines down)
but if your lips would invite me
(to come round)
i would fly like a starling from the mountain face
to your world and a resting place
whoah oooh, oh, oh, oh oh
Your mouth is my apartment in the evening
and i sleep in a ruby dark bed
your mind is like a spaceship that the angels might fly
and i ride any place in your head
any place in your head
any place in your head
any place in your head
any place in your head