When we were walking out to that vacant house I kept my blood in my gut, I kept my tongue in my mouth Though we're going because we're not quite dead But darling, you're sick in the head
And there was no one home in that plastic box In that widow's womb with the childproof locks So it's not our's to say But it was no one's to keep
Since then our bodies have formed in bed And now we are gray I go back to that house sometimes To say what I need to say
Our bodies are warped and bent And now we are blue I go back to that house sometimes Hoping I run into you
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When we were calling out to that man of men I said we need you now Like we did back then We're going because we're too damn old And nothing's making sense anymore
And now that house is gone There's a golden lawn There's a silver spoon Someone's been choking on Oh, it's not our's to say But it's hard to explain
Since then our bodies have warped and bent And now we are gray I go back to that house sometimes To see what i need to say Our bodies are warped and bent And now are blue I go back to that house sometimes Hoping I run into youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
