We sleep in a heap on the floor Our bodies are declaring war Keep our eyes peeled on the door
My body it lies like an arch Like a bridge over yours in the dark And our hands they are tangled in two They're tangled into one
And I lie like a dead deer And I'm down in the cedars And you lie through your clenched teeth With your maps, you retreater
And we talk through a mail truck That is lost in our bad luck And you talk like a factory Blowing smoke and interrupting me
Well I guess this is it We turn into dust Those things that we did Well we can never go back Guess we fade into black
And I know that you're dying By the way that you're lying And you stand like a dead tree With your leaves falling on me Took a backseat to an old me Took a deep breath when you told me That you'd change you just to hold meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
