You carve a perfect rose on the door, with hands so soft, with lips so warm. The petals cover me so beautifully, and the flower will fall upon the birdie sheet and growl "say, are we close? How close are we now?" But first we double up with a coffee cup, and the sheets will buckle.
You carve a perfect bird on the wall, with hands so soft, with lips so warm. The bird will sing for me so beautifully, and the notes will fall upon the bed we make so you growl "say, are we close? How close are we now?" And then you comfort me so beautifully, but the knife will buckle.
You shouldn't be kissing with your eyes closed. You shouldn't be standing where the light shows. I try to tell you, but the words are lost in a morning crush.
You carve a perfect rose on the door and I don't care how lucky we are, 'cos you still come to me so beautifully.
I lock the heart with a birthday card and then swallow the key. Pretend to drown and I'll pretend and I'll pretend to grieve. With blood and tissue I will miss you, but don't follow me in! Pretend to drown and I'll pretend to swim.
I carve the patterns with my hands, but you don't see them. It's hard to laugh and it's hard to cry, but it's harder still to die. To swallow the surf and the tide. To face a lonelier mile.
I lock the heart with a birthday card and then swallow the key. Pretend to drown and I'll pretend and I'll pretend to grieve. With blood and tissue I will miss you, but don't follow me in! Pretend to drown and I'll pretend to swim.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
