The Prids - Contact lyrics

Of love and of all things cold And do you come in convertible With the contacts With the tear ducts And a longing, to destruct Eyelined and the rain complains Offer up your mind to me With the contacts With the tear ducts And the things that hurt too much I melt just to compensate This moments not enough for me With the contacts With the tear ducts And a dreaming to be numb Of love and all things cold And do you come in convertible With the contacts With the tear ducts And a longing, to destruct