When I get to your house you're on Saturn You've already decided to escape One soft boiled egg and a glass of fernet In your yard half in the sun half in the shade
Your face looks like a black and white cookie When the light cuts you right down the middle of your nose I know how it feels to be half of something And half of something else that you're not even sure you know
Golden spoon Sitting in your hand I never watch while you disappear, I understand How it feels to be right where you belong The buildings and the trees are there But your eyes are gone
Lying on the floor with you reminds me of when Your father drove us down to the lake The wood is full of holes like the one in his boat You're too high like the dock in the rain
Your eyes roll back like your mind started running And I'm not even drunk enough to meet you partway They say that love is a symptom of something And we love all we can until that thing goes awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
