French Girls

to be the god of love, like sugar
the spice of love your way
in the back of my mind (won't someone come to be the knife)
be the story in the back of mind (won't someone come to be the night)
creatures walk the earth all the time on the dime
in the back of my mind

graves only come in peace (can't you see it)
grace only has to come once (can't you feel)

they'll make you freeze like ice-sickles
as it goes down
they'll make you think before you go
hit the ground
creatures walk the earth all the time without reason
so, drink your wine

the water is not for your lungs
the water is not for anyone

hell no, hell no
you think that we're the same