Suffer One Adult Jazz (Ft. Owen Pallett)

I beach that hot weight that causes the scalding
And we'll go for a walk
Can somebody tell me I am reasonable and nod?

He traces my name, he traces my surname

Chameleon tongue heart
Sad spasm of love was spat in a flash
Ooh, nape of his neck, that angle is best
And it’s soft to my teeth, pushing
Now when I feel like I am giving myself away
There's two of me staying there
A skin on every sentence that felt bare

He's turning away from me, uh la la, uh la la, uh la la
Oh, twirling his sympathiеs, uh la la, uh la

So, he traces my name, hе traces my surname
He knows it’s half hard and revocable
So, I'm tracing his name, I trace his surname
Breath on the bus glass, but I scuff it out
Hop on, hop on, hop off, hop off, hop off
Hop on, hop on, hop off, hop off, hop off

Sock in the mouth, I say
"That wound is bound," but he licks it anyway
Tongue in there, maybe asking
For another cut, another healing job
"Well, I feel it, ah, in the main, but not nearly overcome
Like a moonprint, soft in the day," ooh