[ Featuring The Electric Post ]
The city smells of sulphur
But i like the feeling on my skin
We can appear like postcards
Sent overseas
We are born from the manholes
But we like how we smell
It's the equinox but nobody cares
The steam shines across a window
The sun is melting my brain
I feel the density
But I can dance
All the sights of people enclosed in an icy wind
I can feel the electricity
Of all these inputs that swim
Into my streets
The steam shines across a window
The sun is melting my brain
I feel the density
But I can dance
