Your husband He drinks like a writer But he writes like a banker I hope his pens all run dry
You watch him from your cave in the corner Full moon eyes flame and flicker The wild way that I like
From my part I pretend I don't notice Dumb friend you're a poet And I could do this all night
And I'll stay like that Hands locked in my lap What I want jailed up in my mind Until I slide to sleep Where you're waitin' for me And we do what we want to And shut ourselves off for the night
Til morning barrels in like a brides maid Drunk and desperate for her day Drags me out, picks a fight
And I see I'm alone here Picture frames and a hot plate Stubborn sun spites the hallways Paint chips blink yellow white
And I'm stretching, in the act of forgetting Bear teeth and blood letting Signals crossed half my life
And the local grown Sees your notes towards my home Dreaming fits as we crawl underground And you're shedding skin So I keep what I can Yeah I fill up my pockets And stuff all that's left in my mouth
Now you are a part of me For as long as I sleep I could trick myself into a trance Where were as firm as facts And I don't give you back Every morning the sun comes to shuttle you back to your manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
