Tekster: Animal Collective. Merriweather Post Pavilion. Bluish.

I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls
I like your looks when you get mean
I know I shouldn't say so but when you claw me like a cat
I'm beaming

I like the way you squeeze my hand
Pulling me into another dream, a lucid dream
I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm getting crushed out on the things that only I should see
And not for boys, they're just for me, hurry to talk from far away

I can see you, you curl your fists and you pull your hair
When we're alone I wanna say
Let's just stay in, no one's here in our apartment, babe

Put on the dress that I like
It makes me so crazy though I can't say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
Some kind of magic in the way you're lying there

I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm getting rushed back on a whim, our breaths get wind
Back to the time when we were green
I know we have changed but I still grin 'cause I can't wait to see you

Back to the time I touched your hair
When I was so scared to look that mean, I think it's weird

I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm getting crushed out on the things that only I should see
They're not for boys, they're just for me
Girl, we could talk far away

It's so hard for me only to get the urge to kiss you there
When we're alone I wanna say
Let's just stay in, no one's here in our apartment, babe

Put on the clothes that I like
It makes me so crazy though I can't say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
Some kind of magic in the way you're lying there

Put on your clothes that I like
It makes me so crazy though I can't say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
Some kind of magic in the way you talk about your

Blue eyeshadow, it's not exactly blue, no
And if you too call it anything but your blue