The kettle was screaming, but you just couldn't hear it You were back at the station, counting the minutes And she drove up humming along with the radio
It was all plain as day like some careless graffiti Strewn ‘round the house but nevermind, nevermind Let's put those blinders on and go tear up the town
You were the farmer and she was the acrobat, flying off the handle, into the cumulus Kissing the clouds, while you just waited for rain
Oh, to the left, to the left The shape of a sinister ghost in the bed And the sound of a mockingbird Oh, in the end, you're the fool of the carnival
And so you're building it up for the breakdown Love's just a trampoline you can never get off You should have heard it, the building cacophony of that demolition Everything crumbling, but all you could hear was the ring in your ears when the quiet came
Oh, to the left, to the left The shape of a sinister ghost in the bed And the sound of a mockingbird Oh, in the end, you're the fool of the carnival
And so you're building it up for the breakdown Love's just a carousel you can never get off
Waltzing on shards of those shattered alibis Waltzing on shards of those shattered alibis 1,2,3, 1,2,3, 1,2,3, waltz with meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
