May 21, 2016

Lyrics

She said sing me a sad song
Something relatable and helpful
That I can move on from

Shes my sleeping sickness
Got me strung up like the Brooklyn bridge
Like dynamite sticks
and I am critically unstable

My body's radium sick
(she must be radioactive)
Hers are page turning lips
(and I'm just a passage)
That won't be turned away

Wrote no poet, ever
If I'm under the weather then you better be the rain on my parade, forget her
You thought things would get better but they clearly stayed the same,
Drawn out like clouds and constellations, I'm concussed and seeing stars,
From lighthouse to power station, I don't care where you are

She makes me pray
For electric fucking fences
and sex in empty houses

She won't give it away
For all the rain in England
or all the gold in Spain

My body's radium sick
(she must be radioactive)
Hers are page turning lips
(and I'm just a passage)
That won't be turned away

Wrote no poet, ever
If I'm under the weather then you better be the rain on my parade, forget her
You thought things would get better but they clearly stayed the same,
Drawn out like clouds and constellations, I'm concussed and seeing stars,
From lighthouse to power station, I just don't care where you are

I don't care where you are
I don't care where you are

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