You had it coming Something for nothing Shaky hands cup the water and chamomile leaves You labeled the jars wrong Complacent songs, sour tongues sing along
Dust the skirting boards, sweep the vinyl floors Soak it up in a garden of chamomile my love You've been working at your smile It's cold and mild It ain't worthwhile
Struck by light, cold harsh and white Seen from space in a garden of chamomile flowers I'll slip through the hole in your chest Watch your steps Wasps in a nest
Shoulders chipping Call the cops in your head They can shakedown, scare the thoughts out again When your husband comes home, he will turn in your bed I heard the drawers on the floor And the downstairs door, we're done for
Rip the leaves off the trees Made to keep sounds in the homes full of holes See the pink smoke out chimneys from the gingerbread cities Where the invites fall flat Eyes glued to windows and ears stuck to speakers Just to stay intact Well bad luck for black cats
Static shocks on the locks I'll keep you captive in cups of hot chamomile my love Speak between sips, speak so soft Your love is lost But you're notTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
