(the pilot of your thighs)
Genevievegenevieve
Dreaming of those castles in the sky
Genevievegenevieve
And clocks that couldn’t wait to tell the time
That’s why I’m the pilot of your thighs
The one who holds your hand
When you stare in those canals
The pilot of your thighs
Genevievegenevieve
Horoscopes were written in the snow
Genevievegenevieve
Sometimes the sun just gets too close
That’s why I’m the pilot of your thighs
The one who holds your hand
When you stare in those canals
The pilot of your thighs