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Made me kiss you, with a whisper
And violently you swung, through an unfamiliar tongue
Couldn't listen, to tradition
Grab me by the wrist to silently insist...
And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Oh/own the sugar taste
We'll waste away the evening
The afternoon, The afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at.
You stood shirtless and confident
Listening to the fools, tickling the rules
Their obsessions followed patterns
Sat upon their stools, with their attitudes.
And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Oh/own the sugar taste
We'll waste away the evening
The afternoon, The afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at.
And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Oh/own the sugar taste
Waste away the evening
The afternoon, and The afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at.
And violently you swung, through an unfamiliar tongue
Couldn't listen, to tradition
Grab me by the wrist to silently insist...
And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Oh/own the sugar taste
We'll waste away the evening
The afternoon, The afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at.
You stood shirtless and confident
Listening to the fools, tickling the rules
Their obsessions followed patterns
Sat upon their stools, with their attitudes.
And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Oh/own the sugar taste
We'll waste away the evening
The afternoon, The afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at.
And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Oh/own the sugar taste
Waste away the evening
The afternoon, and The afternoon's hat
Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at.
Lyrics submitted by Ayalon
Track duration: 04:11
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We can see by the third strophe, where Alex sings something about someone taking off clothes/shirt(for money: prostitution) and not giving a shit about it.
When the song tell us about the avenues, it would be representing what would be her "workplace"
The "ripples on the ceilling" would probably mean a hectic sex, but it only makes sense to me when "waste away the evening" means ''overnight love''.
Also, "the unsugared taste" could be referred to the "avenues", a place the ''male lover'' repudiates.
The Afternoon's Hat itselfs seems to me as a way to call hidden sex.