The Yellow Mile
I left my body in your care
You called me dolly and cut my hair
You plucked my wings off and I went slack
I was a beetle on my back
But gold was on the ground
A heavy yellow mile
I couldn't stand to leave
I was happy for a while
But I can't believe I loved you
Drunk when the lights went out
Time cannot wash my blood through
Give me any other wine
Any other wine
Bite my head off, spit me out
You pick me up just to take me down
Looking up at the ceiling cracks
I'm a woman on my back
But gold was in your mouth
A heavy yellow smile
I wouldn't change the past
I was happy for a while
But I can't believe I loved you
Drunk when the lights went out
Time cannot wash my blood through
Give me any other wine
Any other wine
Show me the bones that we buried outside
No home-grown, this is better
Show me the bones that we buried outside
No home-grown, this is better
Show me the bones that we buried outside
No home-grown, this is better
Show me the bones that we buried outside (don't be so)
No home-grown, this is better (kind)
Show me the bones that we buried outside (don't be so)
No home-grown, this is better (kind)
Show me the bones that we buried outside (don't be so)
No home-grown, this is better (so kind)
Show me the bones that we buried outside (don't be so)
No home-grown, this is better (kind)
Show me the bones that we buried outside (don't be so)
No home-grown, this is better (kind)
You called me dolly and cut my hair
You plucked my wings off and I went slack
I was a beetle on my back
But gold was on the ground
A heavy yellow mile
I couldn't stand to leave
I was happy for a while
But I can't believe I loved you
Drunk when the lights went out
Time cannot wash my blood through
Give me any other wine
Any other wine
Bite my head off, spit me out
You pick me up just to take me down
Looking up at the ceiling cracks
I'm a woman on my back
But gold was in your mouth
A heavy yellow smile
I wouldn't change the past
I was happy for a while
But I can't believe I loved you
Drunk when the lights went out
Time cannot wash my blood through
Give me any other wine
Any other wine
Show me the bones that we buried outside
No home-grown, this is better
Show me the bones that we buried outside
No home-grown, this is better
Show me the bones that we buried outside
No home-grown, this is better
Show me the bones that we buried outside (don't be so)
No home-grown, this is better (kind)
Show me the bones that we buried outside (don't be so)
No home-grown, this is better (kind)
Show me the bones that we buried outside (don't be so)
No home-grown, this is better (so kind)
Show me the bones that we buried outside (don't be so)
No home-grown, this is better (kind)
Show me the bones that we buried outside (don't be so)
No home-grown, this is better (kind)
Credits
Writer(s): Marika Louise Hackman
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