Over Me

dirty postcard from tomorrow,
hands are throwing shadows...
wanted
wanted

silly faces staring down from
the upper floor. abandoned
hotel.
hotel...

over me.

god will praise you with the bottle,
stay away from the red wet
blanket.
blanket...

if you'll come with us-they'll follow,
best aim for the arrow
is a dead end.
dead end...

over me.
it's all over me



Credits
Writer(s): Grant Norsworthy, Jonathan Druilhet Johnston
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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