Your Mouth

Trip Shakespeare

Your mouth is my apartment in the evening

Back down to the work again

It's no place for a living man

I ride around on the ice cream bicycle

Dreamsicle in my hand

Once over the park again

I sing bombpop'll do you well

I wait for day to be night again

Ringin' that foolish bell

Your mouth is my apartment in the evening

And I sleep in a ruby dark bed



Back down in the dust again

I see a vision that I cannot stand

Another vendor on a bicycle bender

Lollipops in his hand

Once over the park again

I sing bombpop'll do you well

I wait for day to be night again

Ringin' that foolish bell



Your mouth is my apartment in the evening

And I sleep in a ruby dark bed



And I work in the flames

(No love shines down)

But if your lips would invite me

(to come round)

I would fly like a starling from the mountain face

To your world and a resting place

Whoah oooh, oh, oh, oh oh



Your mouth is my apartment in the evening

And I sleep in a ruby dark bed

Your mind is like a spaceship that the angels might fly

And I ride any place in your head

Any place in your head

Any place in your head

Any place in your head

Any place in your head