Laundered کے بول

Sweet debility; the macallan in my glass Honey beads from those ardent eyes So here I sit, flooded in molasses Every dollop of sweat swells in your light So call me what you will, just calm me Call me what I am, I’m yours Laundered each saccharine stain Every word until the purity burns The sugar drips until your name soaks in my brain I can’t stand to be rid of you So call me what you will, just calm me Call me what I am, I’m yours