in a room where the heat bled in though the wall,
I let breathing in the design of it all
what is there to regret?
your mouth was wet
and your shoulders rolled under mine
pure crystal (outtake/unreleased from Nothing for Juice, 1997)
in a room where the heat bled in though the wall,
I let breathing in the design of it all
what is there to regret?
your mouth was wet
and your shoulders rolled under mine