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