Skin & Blister

Let's build a house full of bricks

The ones we like from Belgium

Let it wash away my ticks

Away from the system

With the sun there's a shiver

A gazillion years intact

And olives, capers and sisters

White plaster and wooden beds

We're trading with seashells and whispers

And dreams rise to the top of the roof

Your hips move like a wobbly tooth

Dinners with lemons and sisters

And dreams in the top of the roof

We're tradin' with seashells and whispers

Your hips move like a wobbly tooth!