The Prids - Contact

Of love and of all things cold
and do you come in convertible
With the contacts
With the tear ducts
and a longing, to destruct

Eyelined and the rain complains
offer up your mind to me
With the contacts
With the tear ducts
and the things that hurt too much

I melt just to compensate
this moments not enough for me
With the contacts
With the tear ducts
and a dreaming to be numb

Of love and all things cold
and do you come in convertible
With the contacts
With the tear ducts
and a longing, to destruct