Текст песни Lotte Kestner - slip

To the objects I kept
And the people I dreamed
To all of the places
I have ever fallen asleep

And the pillows with flowers
All muted and small
And patterns like forests
On each of the walls
Each room has a scent
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Like the curve of a neck
How I died in yours
Where the honey collects

And the pillows with flowers
All muted and small
And patterns like forests
On each of the walls
Each room has a scent

Like the smallest insect
Who with one little slip
Became part of the fossil
And was buried with it