I like it when we wake up And you're laying in my bed Last night's lipstick Has stained my sheets blood red
The washer's broken And most mornings I've been smoking I'll lay right here with you and Play like I'm dead
If I never were to unearth I could probably spare some pain I got Flowers growin' through my pinkies And the weeds tickle my brain But the summer's over And only scary things grow in October My sprouting cries to dig prove That I'm not dead
Even when it's pouring My mouth can get so dry I open it to the sky But I just get dirt
It takes a lot of time For the water to seep down Into my eyes And then it makes me cry
I can hear you digging That beat keeps me alive Wrong patch but I'm nearby Get a little closer every try
It's like I fell under this old curse You know I stood up from my grave My bones are stacked up like some crosswords Left half finished and blank But despite this horror I'm filling out each clue in order No need to call the coroner I was just Playing dead!
Even if it's pouring Even if it's pouringTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
