Park up, sit back for a moment in your car Walk down, to the blue door, the one that breaks your heart He lets you in, but not like that He'll give his world then take it right back You don't how pretty you are He doesn't know how pretty you are
So open the blinds Let the vines grow They can watch as they're passing Darling You're more than a bed In a box room In the wrong end of Acton
You are a mansion You are, you are, you are You are a mansion You are, you are, you are
So turn on the chandeliers And you'll see him crystal clear, my love You've cried too many tears You're wasting all your youngers years Hung up
Don't you know how pretty you are He doesn't know how pretty you are I know your paint has chipped And you're falling apart But I think you're a work of art
So open your eyes Let the vines grow They can watch as they're passing Darling You're more than a bed In a box room In the wrong end of Acton
You're more than a whisper In a hallway As you take off your coat More than a goodbye at the backdoor Hoping they'll never know More than a ceiling that you talk to When he's losing his touch More than a kitchen with a table And his snow coloured drugs
More than a bathroom with a phone light As you're texting your friends Saying you're there to get some closure 'Til he pulls you close again But he's just a bed In a box room In the wrong end of Acton And darling
You are a mansion You are, you are, you are You are a mansion You are, you are, you are You are a mansion
You are You areTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.