Lor - Cinnamon /// Berlin Sessions

Dangling skin and bones Waiting until they have to go I like the darkness and when it’s cold I’m like my mum, they told me so Dog bites since it was born And every stitch is finally torn Maybe it’s worth the price somehow Sometimes the days are as they are Cinnamon leave these cinnamon clothes, cinnamon bones, cinnamon sloes Take care of cinnamon homes, cinnamon lawns, cinnamon hose Let go the cinnamon pose, cinnamon thrones, cinnamon shows And pray on cinnamon steeple, cinnamon pray for cinnamon people Planes are meant to fly That’s how it is, it drags them down I don’t like highness, I don’t like planes Maybe that’s why I’m not a bird Dog bites since it was born And every stitch is finally torn I’m like my dad, they used to say Cinnamons live from day to day