King Street
Camomile in your palms
But you ruin it with every chance
Spit blood on the floor
And throw their bodies in the morgue
Had our conversation
Sat in the car park
Well I told you I'd stay here
So you've got someone to rely on
And you see vanilla skies
Burning holes into your eyes
Hair still tucked inside your shirt
But you don't mind
And i saw vanilla skies
But I've got other things in sight
You send me bullets
But I send you flowers
I'm all choked up
And I can't say the things I want
('cos) You send me bullets
But I send you flowers
I'm all choked up
And I can't say all the things I want
You told me your brother overdosed
You wish that you spoke a little more
But let him rest easy now
And just focus on yourself
Had our conversation
Sat in your garden
Well I told you I'd stay here
But I guess that's my problem
And you see vanilla skies
Burning holes into your eyes
Hair still tucked inside your shirt
But you don't mind
And i saw vanilla skies
But I've got other things in sight
You send me bullets
But I send you flowers
I'm all choked up
And I can't say the things I want
('cos) You send me bullets
But I send you flowers
I'm all choked up
And I can't say all the things I want
I'm all choked up
And I can't say all the things I want
No, I can't say
The things I want
No, I can't say
The things I want
Oh you send me bullets
I can't say the things I want
But you ruin it with every chance
Spit blood on the floor
And throw their bodies in the morgue
Had our conversation
Sat in the car park
Well I told you I'd stay here
So you've got someone to rely on
And you see vanilla skies
Burning holes into your eyes
Hair still tucked inside your shirt
But you don't mind
And i saw vanilla skies
But I've got other things in sight
You send me bullets
But I send you flowers
I'm all choked up
And I can't say the things I want
('cos) You send me bullets
But I send you flowers
I'm all choked up
And I can't say all the things I want
You told me your brother overdosed
You wish that you spoke a little more
But let him rest easy now
And just focus on yourself
Had our conversation
Sat in your garden
Well I told you I'd stay here
But I guess that's my problem
And you see vanilla skies
Burning holes into your eyes
Hair still tucked inside your shirt
But you don't mind
And i saw vanilla skies
But I've got other things in sight
You send me bullets
But I send you flowers
I'm all choked up
And I can't say the things I want
('cos) You send me bullets
But I send you flowers
I'm all choked up
And I can't say all the things I want
I'm all choked up
And I can't say all the things I want
No, I can't say
The things I want
No, I can't say
The things I want
Oh you send me bullets
I can't say the things I want
Credits
Writer(s): Benedict Van Wyk De Vries, Eleni Drakopoulos
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