Like dust thats on art
Antique with a spark,
But i trust in the streaks that are worn in ur cheeks

Decorate your neck
Elated with the rest
And now you're into them
But i wanna sleep with you
And now you been through them
And i feel run-through

Like dust thats on art
Antique with a spark,
But i trust in the streaks
That are worn in ur cheeks