Widowspeak

drifting in forever haze what to do with everyday what to do with working limbs so he told me, "sink or swim" I did what he said went underwater instead everything looks the same (x2) look for land, but can't be found I miss solid ground what to

There wasn't no harm it in, no harm in it He never said a thing That he didn't mean His was a ...wind, and maybe back to you But it was cut from a cloth That was fast it would seem Here you are, dyed in the wool Here you are, dyed in the wool Here yo

I'm sick to death of your excuses! You're sick to death and giving me excuses! No excuses are good excuses. And you stand accused. I'm talking to you. Yeah, I'm talking to you. And I'm talking to you. And I'm talking to you. And I'm talking to you. I

in the pines, babe, in the pines. foretold. white lies. black water. shaky hands. meet me in the hollow river. kiss like an indian giver. black lungs. take medicine men. smoke signals. i can see it. don't lose your american spirit. secondhanding ever

Submit Lyrics Your name will be printed as part of the credit when your lyric is approved. 专辑:Widowspeak 歌手:Lydia Lunch 歌曲:Short History of Decay, Pts. 1 & 2

What you were, what it was You were fixing to get lost I tried to tame you, it wasn't long 'til you were takin' off Lightly, I was on your mind Lonely on the road at night You're still a wild one, but what is it you're running from? All scared, like

Hard Times by Widowspeak we met at the end of october, it's the same thing over and over and over and over over and over over and over over and over you think you know that can you get lower its hard times, oooo, hard times, oooo, hard times, oooooo,

Last night I thought of you Years ago, when bodies grew An empty home A vacant Hell I knew you in the harsh realm I thought about how it was I thought about you because I always think about you I always think about you I always think about you I alwa

We could stay last to the ground Don't you like hanging around? We could stay for the season Maybe I'd give you a reason to Won't you return in a year Don't you like living here? You could stay for the season And what of the roots we planted And all