Lyrics:
sort of blue
You'll be begging someone to pull me off of you
When I'm stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave
You'll only understand when you bleed
turnin blue
You'll be beggin someone to pull me off you
When I'm stabbin you I offered you a chance to leave
You'll only understand when you bleed
He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out
Saw, her and her friends sellin' sheepskins
Yo yo I got them sheepskins
Yo, my empty sheepskins
Yo
He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out
Saw, her and her friends sellin' sheepskins
Yo yo I got them sheepskins
Yo, my empty sheepskins
Yo
friends sellin' sheepskins
Yo yo I got them sheepskins
Yo, my empty sheepskins
Yo baby, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
bangs on the wall
I'm short on inspiration, abandoned by the muse
I've got those lowdown in the water, Don Navigation Blues
And the moorings, they get
Sleepless night, picking fights
Late night drives and city sky lines
Simple things that remind me of home
Blue skies, even bluer eyes
Flickering
just thoughts but cold loops and repeating I miss
Really got to let go
But I'm too exhausted by your tricks
From the top I go down to my blue mind
the rain sweep the interstate
With its torrential downpours
When we awake
We'll find a world swept clean by floods and tidal waves
And the fears of the night
The farmer tends to his land each day
As the years pass by and they globalize
And his heart is empty
And his land less plenty
And his country untrue
gaudy
new shoe blues, won't leave clues to follow
shoot the shit, a bit the foundation for tomorrow
build like the thrill is still here
with all
But hes gotta pay alot for the music to work
Plus the fridge is empty and hes got no money for a date to spend hes
Desprate
He withdraws his life
mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D"
blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say,
infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she
you.
You are home
You who houses your soul
The one decorated with broken windows
The one plastered with layers of sorrow
And a foundation shook by
stay on a high
And I hate when we saying goodbye
Yeah I'm still stuck as a silhouette
Hung on a wall left behind by you
And there's no escaping
to go!
And I know where I want to go!
And then we are drawn
By a power we do not understand
The sky shines blue and calls you
We see light at the end
Memory of the smell
Atmosphere and architecture
I wanna go back
Light blue walls and a cabinet full of books
Borrowed a bicycle up the hill
turnin blue
You'll be beggin someone to pull me off you
When I'm stabbin you I offered you a chance to leave
You'll only understand when you bleed
quiet in the halls, but I hear echoing off the walls.
The rumors of Johnny's mystery
'Cause I'm looking through the yearbook then I find that empty space
cool, but
We gotta touch the people, fam
(fam) don't mean to alert you, nah (nah)
But I need them gold and silver
Circles on my empty walls (yeah)
I'm
shadows
Their haunting in lairs
As they call
Oh
I can still smell their walls
The yellow chipped paint
And the feeling so clear, but the memories faint
I'm
at the snaring band
But it runs off your hands like mercury
Eyes are too small, I move by touch
And all I touch feels empty
I pass unseen
So it is with words,
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