Из альбома: Argue With a Tree
I see your heart beat through the bedsheets
I feel your pulse against the floor
I sleep the sadness that no one else sleeps
Feel me cunningly adore.
As the tic tock clock lies Goldilocks
What a sick enchanted view
Of the white blot sin that we all began
not the girl that I once knew.
Blue Sunshine
Ive got no vacancies
At the top of the clock was Jesus spying on me
I spoke of friends
point me which direction
I tried a bribe of when I die but swore he never
mentioned.
I kicked and screamed