Every once in a blue moon
I gaze mindlessly into my spoon
At the distorted reflection of this peculiar mask of mine
Why must I paint myself black?
Attach little wings onto my back?
Insist repeatedly that she's neither acid nor alkaline
Descended from heaven
With a pH of seven
Because I, too, have a GCSE in Chemistry
Or did she ascend from hell?
It's getting hard to tell
Through this mask which protects my anonymity
Make haste
Widen my eye holes
I wanna see the light
Make haste
Oh, make haste
To whom belongs this night?
Descended from heaven
With a pH of seven
Because I, too, have a GCSE in Chemistry
Or did she ascend from hell?
It's getting hard to tell
Through this mask which protects my anonymity
7 июн 2024