Quixotica

Tic-tac-toe in the pavement, it's your birthday
The baby smoked, didn't need it, cut to pieces
A second chance you bought and hoped to try to feed it
Because I dance like the desert wouldn't feel it

Face down, her liver's out in proper livery
And takes the sacrament in a taxi
She'd wake weeks later in the wake of her serenity
Spread and stretched on a hospital gurney
In delivery with a brand-new burning baby
Home is where the heart lies

A modern love, though deluded, pray to keep it
A faded faith, letting science be the secret
The body craves and we behave and then repeat it
Be not afraid, you only perish as you leave it

Face down, her liver's out in proper livery
And takes the sacrament in a taxi
She'd wake weeks later in the wake of her serenity
Spread and stretched on a hospital gurney
In delivery with a brand-new burning baby
Home is where the heart lies
Face down, her liver's out in proper livery
And takes the sacrament in a taxi
She'd wake weeks later in the wake of her serenity
Spread and stretched on a hospital gurney
In delivery with a brand-new burning baby
Home is where the heart lies

Home is where the heart lies



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Whitesides, Jeph Howard, Robert Mccracken, Quinn Allman
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