| Song | nose dance |
| Artist | demon, eat this |
| Album | murmurations |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
| 作曲 : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
| so sit with me | |
| curled up in a ball | |
| having lost clothing | |
| in the sun | |
| in time that has slowed | |
| i like that dance: | |
| the reacquaintance of our bodies | |
| which mould so closely as one. | |
| hand through hand, | |
| caressing skin forgotten, | |
| unlearned. | |
| cheeks guide slow, | |
| remembering softness, | |
| grazing each other, | |
| finding glow. | |
| before your nose, | |
| pointed and agile, yet smooth and careful, | |
| works its dance over my own. | |
| while the tentative touch of delicate kissed fingers finds nape of neck. | |
| and with these gliding passes our hearts ebb in time. | |
| and once temples have been kissed, | |
| our lips dance their way to mine. | |
| and once temples have been kissed, | |
| your lips dance their way to mine | |
| your lips dance their way to mine | |
| dance their way to mine. |
| zuo ci : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
| zuo qu : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
| so sit with me | |
| curled up in a ball | |
| having lost clothing | |
| in the sun | |
| in time that has slowed | |
| i like that dance: | |
| the reacquaintance of our bodies | |
| which mould so closely as one. | |
| hand through hand, | |
| caressing skin forgotten, | |
| unlearned. | |
| cheeks guide slow, | |
| remembering softness, | |
| grazing each other, | |
| finding glow. | |
| before your nose, | |
| pointed and agile, yet smooth and careful, | |
| works its dance over my own. | |
| while the tentative touch of delicate kissed fingers finds nape of neck. | |
| and with these gliding passes our hearts ebb in time. | |
| and once temples have been kissed, | |
| our lips dance their way to mine. | |
| and once temples have been kissed, | |
| your lips dance their way to mine | |
| your lips dance their way to mine | |
| dance their way to mine. |
| zuò cí : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
| zuò qǔ : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
| so sit with me | |
| curled up in a ball | |
| having lost clothing | |
| in the sun | |
| in time that has slowed | |
| i like that dance: | |
| the reacquaintance of our bodies | |
| which mould so closely as one. | |
| hand through hand, | |
| caressing skin forgotten, | |
| unlearned. | |
| cheeks guide slow, | |
| remembering softness, | |
| grazing each other, | |
| finding glow. | |
| before your nose, | |
| pointed and agile, yet smooth and careful, | |
| works its dance over my own. | |
| while the tentative touch of delicate kissed fingers finds nape of neck. | |
| and with these gliding passes our hearts ebb in time. | |
| and once temples have been kissed, | |
| our lips dance their way to mine. | |
| and once temples have been kissed, | |
| your lips dance their way to mine | |
| your lips dance their way to mine | |
| dance their way to mine. |