I set a fire in a blackberry field
Make us laugh or nothing will
I set a fire just to see what it kills
Now I'm stuck in New York and the rain's coming down
I don't feel like we're going anywhere
Stuck in New York and the rain's coming down
Stealing line from the Vanity Fair
Leave our red southern souls
Head for the coast
Leave our red southern souls
Everything goes
Oh, our lonely kicks are getting harder to find
We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody cries
Oh, our lonely kicks they'll make us saintly and thin
We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody wins
Awesome prince, get your sleep
Lose your high history
Make us laugh or nothing will
I set a fire just to see what it kills
Don't be bitter, Anna, I know how you think
You're waiting for Radio City to sink
You'll find commiseration in everyone's eyes
The storm will suck the pretty girls into the skies
Oh, our lonely kicks are getting harder to find
We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody cries
Oh our lonely kicks they'll make us saintly and thin
We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody wins
Leave our red southern souls
Head for the coast
Leave our red southern souls
Everything goes
Nessun commento:
Posta un commento