Poprzytula bath song

Checked if the doors were closed,
happy to see the warm bath.
Looking through mist, not being exposed,
shower my sceptre, towel my flag.
So close to mother's flesh,
not supposed to grow up.
Floating in sweet loneliness.
Nothing's gonna tear us apart.
Never should I give it up.
Never should I leave and get involved
in outside cold.
Letting all be dissipated,
loosing even more, when looking back,
I get petrified.
Have to take the plug out.
Warm water returns to being cold.
Still it would mean no way back.
The last bubbles in the drain growl.
Ready to get lost in open space.
Last drops are being shaked away.
The first to welcome is my face,
friendly towel stroke, I'm on my way.
Never should I give it up.
Never should I leave and get involved
in outside cold.
Letting all be dissipated,
loosing even more, when looking back,
I get petrified.
Checked if the doors were closed,
happy to see the warm bath.
Looking through mist, not being exposed.
Shower my sceptre, towel my flag.
Never should I give it up.
Never should I leave and get involved
in outside cold.
Letting all be dissipated,
loosing even more, when looking back,
I get petrified.