God's electrician sparked up the heavens once again Heading northbound on the 7:10 And the Lord said let there be commuters Talking pension plans, medicals and monthly targets end to end I was hoping I could steal you Away from all that chemical release We were both walking, talking silk-wrapped razor blades Carving our initials into each others memories and
I know I can't place blame But this was all your idea I just got out when I did To prove the exit route was clear To prove the exit route was clear
And I've seen you play dumb, but what else can you do? I've seen you dodge my questions like bullets But come on, honey, show me something new Show me this amphetamine psychosis Show me this not-quite-comatose it's Gonna track us up for the evening And you and I can support each other like rotting fence posts and
I know I can't place blame But this was all your idea I just got out when I did To prove the exit route was clear To prove the exit route was clear
We both lay on the floor end to end While our bodies and our brains gave up the fighting And your bed-sit looked like some sick demon had rolled in It looked like Hell with fluorescent lighting It looked like Hell with fluorescent lighting and
I know I can't place blame But this was all your idea I just got out when I did To prove the exit route was clear To prove the exit route was clear To prove the exit route was clear To prove the exit route was clearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
