Moda

So come and sit with me How does this taste? Not like you had hoped Now that you taste the leaves There's history in bitterness, you know Sit down and look around The bamboo at our feet from years ago Tied down beneath the sea The package drifts away For all we know, yeah, know, yeah Warmth inside an ancient frame Tell me, does it feel the same? Ooh, the belly of the storm became Enriched but it served you more Lie here to taste the morning flowers in this place Tell me, how do you feel? Yeah, feel, yeah Your breath escapes the cup but scales down to the lake Now we're falling asleep, yeah, asleep, yeah Warmth inside an ancient frame Tell me, does it feel the same? Ooh, the belly of the storm became Enriched but it served you more Am I fit for consumption? Have we forfeit the need of pleasure? It surrounds me by the edges You understand, yeah Am i fit for consumption? Have we forfeit the need of pleasure? It surrounds me by the edges