מילים לשיר Lipstick 66 – Machines Of Loving Grace

You're turning, yeah I think you're really turning now
You're moving, yeah I think you're really moving now
You're moving under the clouds in a Dior gown
You're spinning out of control on the ground
It tears in the morning Just lipstick 66, cold hands moving
It tears at the face that hides what you've become Walking with the upright beasts of your choosing
Golden thread, I sold my soul for a kiss of that 66
Golden thread, I sold my soul for a bit of that golden thread
Smash into the stare of the silent economy Your midwestern smile of cool haystack autonomy
It tears in the evening
Lipstick 66, everyone's staring
It stares at you from the bathroom mirror at night Watching for the cue to destroy what you're wearing
Golden thread, I sold my soul for a kiss of that 66Golden thread, I sold my soul for a bit of that golden thread.