Moda

So come and sit with me

How does this taste?

Not like you had hoped

Now that you taste the leaves

There's history in bitterness, you know

Sit down, and look around

The bamboo at our feet from years ago

Tied down beneath the sea

The package drifts away

For all we know, know

Warmth inside an ancient frame

Tell me does it feel the same?

Ooh, the belly of the storm became

Enriched but it served you more

Lie here to taste the morning

Flowers in this place

Tell me how do you feel, feel

Your breath escapes the cup

But scales down to the lake

Now we're falling asleep, sleep

Warmth inside an ancient frame

Tell me does it feel the same?

Ooh, the belly of the storm became

Enriched but it served you more

Am I fit for consumption

Have we forfeit the need of pleasure

It surrounds me by the edges

You understand?

Am I fit for consumption

Have we forfeit the need of pleasure

It surrounds me by the edges