كلمات Pulse Thieft

Euphoria's asleep I took her timid pulse Euphoria's asleep Beneath clean sheets of snow Euphoria's asleep My body's trembling wax Euphoria, you priest Of barren wrists and arched backs Static snows Our mirrored glow Can't you hear The wet hum of my heart? Because we aren't So let me graze you With these wires Till our pulses conspire In the coda of modems But we aren't Sure I know that You're real and you're red But I just don't have The energy for it