my hand brushes against the lock of hair that hangs down past your ear to your jaw (2x)
it's real neat, the moment's sweet but it's all wrong
and we're pictures of decency when we wave goodbye outside
we're pictures of decency when we wave goodbye outside
yeah, i'm the model of composure out there
but you oughta see me shaking later on
my brain gets flooded six hours later
my brain gets flooded over six hours later
rivers run with pictures of you as i stare up at the blood red moon
lying out front on the lawn, hey