Pot - Hungry [DEMO]

Written and Produced by Luc 'Pot' Vautier Her faded hair Her peeled nails Got me mindful here. Bring me despair, On sealed trails. Plot in white spheres Last night she could not sleep, cried a river just hearing my voice. Cast timing into deep, Try to give her just a glitter of choice. She said I have a pretty round face and that I'll have to shave it soon. Once wanted us to be cats, so we could nap all afternoon. And when she’s by my side maybe her minds won't seem a big mess. The promise made inside is just a grief, I guess. She's always hungry, hungry. Hoping for something to come. She's always hungry, for me. Awaiting her pretty old chum. Always hungry, hungry. Beating her heart like a kicking drum But she's hungry, hungry. Dreaming her love that lingered numb. The winter days are better than the warm ones, we heal ourselves with some hot wine. And I watch you as if I want to devour you but you don't seem to mind. She's gray but even though, keeps my world full of colors. Spreading her hair through sunlight. She says she doesn't know, we're acting almost like brothers. Like travelling hearts into the night.