neverland

• the knife sarkisi tabi:
  
  eyes are sober, this is the plan
  i'm sitting in a car heading neverland
  a fancy man, a fancy man
  he's pointing with the fingers that are left on his hand
  
  eyes are hazel, but far too cold
  looking out for love
  but none of us can
  where's the monkey that i've been told of
  i'm staring at the money that burns in my hand
  i'm dancing for dollars
  and for a fancy man
  
  come right over, i'll knock on your shoulder
  this is a story and this is what i've planned
  an angry man, an angry man
  nothing is more fatal than an angry man
  
  vulnerable heights
  feed the hand that bites me
  following the steam into another room
  standing in the corner
  is this my home
  showing us love that none of us can
  i'm singing for money
  that burns in my hand
  
  tell me
  will i make it home tonight
  
  i'm doing it for dollars and for a fancy man
  i've got a lot of money that burns in my hand