Electric windmill skyline.
The cracking soil beneath my feet.
It's pearls drenched with lust.
This empty bed, the sweat soaked sheets.
It's like they empty out the ocean.
Bodies mending this scorched earth.
It's like they empty out the ocean.
Bodies mending this scorched earth.
So call me on your long walks home,
Where drunken voices bleed into one.

If you're not in love, stay where you are.
If you're not in love, stay where you are.
If you're not in love, stay where you are.
If you're not in love, stay where you are.

I will to you the smell of burning leaves.
Rusted wind chimes and the feverish glow of fireflies.
We were such terrible liars.
We were such passionate lovers.
We were such terrible liars.
We were such passionate lovers.
So call me on your long walks home,
Where drunken voices bleed into one.

If you're not in love, stay where you are.
If you're not in love, stay where you are.
If you're not in love, stay where you are.
If you're not in love, stay where you are.

We awoke on your cluttered bed,
To the schoolchildren below.
Our teeming hearts.
Habitual words are effortlessly flung.
We were such terrible liars.
We were such passionate lovers.
We were such terrible liars.
We were such passionate lovers.
We were such terrible liars.
We were such passionate lovers.
We were such terrible liars.
We were such passionate lovers.
(Call me on your long walks home,
Where drunken voices bleed into one.)

If you're not in love, stay where you are.
If you're not in love, stay where you are.
If you're not in love, stay where you are.
If you're not in love, stay where you are.
Stay where you are.
If you're not in love, stay where you are.
Stay where you are.
If you're not in love, stay where you are.

Annons

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May 2013