Letras
You're so sensitive,
You can feel a single hair curl while you're sleepin',
And each fraction of a millimeter fingernail's growth.
You show half a heart when you play euchre
And I face the punching bag, and do what I'm told,
But you stoop so low,
To write a word in white pastel on a skull shaped gauge,
You say: "I'm not myself without my challenger commemorative button
On the chest of my brown down vest."
You say: "Coffee's turned my dark days into Woody Allen anxiety."
You say: "Hide in Denver, and I remember Montreal. I swear I'll write soon."
Don't encourage the wind;
The candles will retire.
The cumulative weight
Of all my chain letter curses.
Something about this
Is clowns with knives.
An ambulance siren
Searching for an injured person.
That ain't no god
It's just a hedge on fire.
That ain't no god
It's just a burning bush.
You're so sensitive,
You can feel a single hair curl while you're sleepin',
And each fraction of a millimeter fingernail's growth.
Don't encourage the wind;
The candles will retire.
The cumulative weight
Of all my chain letter curses.
Something about this
Is clowns with knives.
An ambulance siren
Searching for an injured person.
That ain't no god
It's just a hedge on fire.
That ain't no god that ain't no god that ain't no god...