Suede. Suede.
You always felt like suede.
There are days I feel your twin, "Peek-a-boo,"
Hiding underneath your skin.
Jets. Are revving, yes revving
From a central source and this Has power over me.
Not because you feel something or don't feel something for me
But because. Mass. Is so big.
It can swallow, swallow her whole star intact.
Call me 'evil,' call me 'tide is on your side.'
Anything that you want.
Anybody knows that you can conjure anything by the dark of the moon.
Boy. And if you keep your silence
Silencer on you'll talk yourself right into a job.
Out of a hole. Into my bayou.

I'm sure that you've been briefed
My absorption lines, They are frayed and I fear.
My fear is greater than my faith but I walk the missionary way.
You always felt like suede.
There are days I am your twin, "Peek-a-boo,"
Hiding underneath your skin.
Jets. Are revving, yes revving from an ether twist.
Call me 'evil,' call me 'tide is on your side.'
Anything you want.
Anybody knows you can conjure anything by the dark of the moon.
Boy. And if you keep your silence
Silencer on you'll talk yourself right into a job
Out of a hole. And into my bayou. Into my, my bayou.
Suede.