The Purple Bottle.
"I've gotta big big big big heart beat, yeah
I think you are the sweetest thing
I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud
I like it when I bump you an accident's a truth gate
I'm humbled in your pretty lense
I'll hold you, dont you go
Sometimes you're quiet and sometimes I'm quiet. Hallelujah!
Sometimes I'm talkative and sometimes you're not talkative, I know...
Well I'd like to spread your perfume around the old apartment
Could we live together and agree on the same wares?
A trapeze is a bird cage even if its empty and definitely fits the room
And we would too.
And my dear dear dear khalana
I talk too much about you
Their ears are getting tired of me singing all the night through.
Lets just talk together
You and me and me and you
And if theres nothing much to say...
Well, silence is a bore
Can I tell you that you are the purple in me?
Can I call you just to hear you, would you care?
When I saw you put your purple finger on me
There's a feelin' in your bottle
Found your bottle, found your heart
Gives a feeling from your bottled little part"