Thief About To Break In - Teitur

Feel like a thief about to break in Standing outside a broken window

My breath is warm, the air is cold

Hear noises of insects in the green wet grass

I’m not gonna sell what I have stolen

It’s something that belongs to me The floor simmers, I am nervous

Place my hand on the entrance wall

There are shrieking whispers in the closets

Layers of dust on every surface

Please wash my head in a bucket of water

Rinse every corner of my body

Feel like a thief about to break in Watching people pass on the street

I wish to own the glow in their eye

Because they are so beautiful