Kqed Equals Volvo

A littler closer to home one – who’s distant.
A sick look glazed over my repression. Humbly I’m dismissed with no warning.
Momentary this bliss. You can see the look on my face.
Say, nothing’s said. I wish you’d fight me ‘til the last teardrop’s bled.
Momentary this bliss. I can see the look on your face, and I just can’t wait.