Air Conditions Lyrics - Q And Not U

Air Conditions
Come on, where are you
Why do you tease me
Comma where are you
I'm pleased to meet you
What can you teach me
Black kites at night, they make me nervous
So very nervous
Comma where are you now
It's just to tease you
Black kites take flight at night, they aim to please you
Take aim and please you
Red kits pink on the surface
Now comma where are you
Carved in trees, written in leaves
signed in piss, trust me, we've seen it
We're searching the pockets out
It's for recreation
Just recreation
It's under the parachutes
It's new recreation
Death in a pocket size tucked in a pocke
while they place flags out on every surface
What's to touch
What's to see
What's to smell
What's to feel
What's to hear
What's to taste
What's to sense
What's to make
What's to leave
What's to take
What's to count if you don't learn our names?