Of Montreal

The falling free on, it's turning me on It drips on the street, the sun cries from the heat I love feeling beat, I'll kiss the lipstick on your teeth Friends getting old, we all dig for gold The crumbs and pieces, the dead mess in the sink Turning me on, Turning me on The night's so happy, the base drum heavy The photo glossy, the people pretty Turning me on... [4x]