Machines Of Loving Grace

The Soft Collision

Machines Of Loving Grace


Soft now- the lips that dragged me down 
Soft now- until I hit the ground 
The night is soft 
The light is soft 
And i don't want to wear this off- tonight 
Sleep alone- seems to me 
The virus bleeds 

Soft now- she played her love scenes well soft now- 
Should have sensed the sulphur smell 
Soften the blow 
Finger to tongue tongue to finger 
Honey smear 
Finger to tongue tongue to finger 
Soften the blow