Sparrow Song
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There's a glow inside the hands you're holding
And lipstick on your tooth
Home is where the heart is yawning
So it finds a way to spend more time with you
You're growing flowers on your motorcycle
And grouping them in twos
The leaves are growing longer daily
Now they're strong enough to take control of you
I've been throwing rats into the ocean
Getting sick of sinking ships
A sparrow's nest upon the shoreline
You can eat the eggs and kick it into bits
You know the sweetest air I breathe is poison
From your little box of tricks
I'd say it to you all in person
And not an ounce of truth would ever pass my lips
I'd love to say I've seen a day free from your control
But your sick taser smile has been killing me, killing me man
Everything that's holy has been pointing to the exit
But you're far and away the best hell that I've seen
And the pictures in my mind are even crueller than my outlook
And whatever's in my chest mate, I'll give it to you soon
And that sickness, no it won't do a damn thing for your figure
But baby, who the hell would want it to?
There's a glow inside the hands you're holding
And lipstick on your tooth
Home is where the heart is yawning
So it finds a way to spend more time with you
You're growing flowers on your motorcycle
And grouping them in twos
The leaves are growing longer daily
Now they're strong enough to take control of you
I've been throwing rats into the ocean
Getting sick of sinking ships
A sparrow's nest upon the shoreline
You can eat the eggs and kick it into bits
You know the sweetest air I breathe is poison
From your little box of tricks
I'd say it to you all in person
And not an ounce of truth would ever pass my lips
I'd love to say I've seen a day free from your control
But your sick taser smile has been killing me, killing me man
Everything that's holy has been pointing to the exit
But you're far and away the best hell that I've seen
And the pictures in my mind are even crueller than my outlook
And whatever's in my chest mate, I'll give it to you soon
And that sickness, no it won't do a damn thing for your figure
But baby, who the hell would want it to?
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Luke Machin
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