Air Conditioning from Nlues by Sangs
Tracklist
| 5. | Air Conditioning | 2:59 |
Lyrics
This static must be unearthed
It must ring fair and true across this haven water
It must boil and grow and come to bloom
Immediate satisfaction is a fuck
In the hot and cold reality of our lives, ashes reign supreme
Wasps get the backhand While the weather flows bipolar Onto you and me
Propellers pop
Love hangs on the wall and makes its bed in the bartender’s callus
It’s worth ever dollar, forever Sucking away at the corner of my eye
My own love sits on the floor, protecting my disarray emoji
Long shore adornments ending contracts with manufacturers
Iced-over Propellers cry for those who work there
Those who work there do not mind
A chandelier swingin in the hall like a hanged man
We don’t grieve
We just see it as dirt And air conditioning







