Song | barebaiting |
Artist | Ruby Throat |
Album | Out of a Black Cloud Came a Bird |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I don't care how well intended | |
It was meant when he sent it | |
Long forgot in the blink of an eye | |
I got your locks all amended | |
And your bird less well defended | |
With silk thread to climb you up into the sky | |
You know that it's true | |
But of course it's up to you | |
Still he doesn't love you | |
Still he doesn't love you | |
And as he held through the night | |
He took out your second sight | |
He left it all for the magpie and the fox | |
But buried it safe | |
In your special place | |
A crease, a crevice you forgot | |
But he still smells so nice | |
So against all advice | |
I creep into the hole that he sleeps | |
But I must have dropped the key | |
So I'll just sing until I bleed | |
Still he doesn't love me | |
Still he doesn't love me | |
I take a turn in his tailspin | |
To churn the urn that he's ailed in | |
I break the last thread of the screw | |
My compass cracked in his grip | |
And as he spits out all my pips | |
Still he doesn't love you | |
Still he doesn't love you | |
He cut it out stitch by stitch | |
In my fallopian grip | |
I hang the dead meat on his tree | |
And as I screeched through the night | |
He said, “My wife fell on that knife” | |
He coughed and he coughed until he bleed | |
So when you going to learn? | |
When will you tend to these burns? | |
When will you wake from this hell? | |
You can put it in a song | |
But that won't change what's wrong | |
No, it won't give you the key to the cell | |
You know that it's true | |
But of course it's up to you | |
Still he doesn't love you | |
Still he doesn't love you | |
Still he doesn't love you |
I don' t care how well intended | |
It was meant when he sent it | |
Long forgot in the blink of an eye | |
I got your locks all amended | |
And your bird less well defended | |
With silk thread to climb you up into the sky | |
You know that it' s true | |
But of course it' s up to you | |
Still he doesn' t love you | |
Still he doesn' t love you | |
And as he held through the night | |
He took out your second sight | |
He left it all for the magpie and the fox | |
But buried it safe | |
In your special place | |
A crease, a crevice you forgot | |
But he still smells so nice | |
So against all advice | |
I creep into the hole that he sleeps | |
But I must have dropped the key | |
So I' ll just sing until I bleed | |
Still he doesn' t love me | |
Still he doesn' t love me | |
I take a turn in his tailspin | |
To churn the urn that he' s ailed in | |
I break the last thread of the screw | |
My compass cracked in his grip | |
And as he spits out all my pips | |
Still he doesn' t love you | |
Still he doesn' t love you | |
He cut it out stitch by stitch | |
In my fallopian grip | |
I hang the dead meat on his tree | |
And as I screeched through the night | |
He said, " My wife fell on that knife" | |
He coughed and he coughed until he bleed | |
So when you going to learn? | |
When will you tend to these burns? | |
When will you wake from this hell? | |
You can put it in a song | |
But that won' t change what' s wrong | |
No, it won' t give you the key to the cell | |
You know that it' s true | |
But of course it' s up to you | |
Still he doesn' t love you | |
Still he doesn' t love you | |
Still he doesn' t love you |
I don' t care how well intended | |
It was meant when he sent it | |
Long forgot in the blink of an eye | |
I got your locks all amended | |
And your bird less well defended | |
With silk thread to climb you up into the sky | |
You know that it' s true | |
But of course it' s up to you | |
Still he doesn' t love you | |
Still he doesn' t love you | |
And as he held through the night | |
He took out your second sight | |
He left it all for the magpie and the fox | |
But buried it safe | |
In your special place | |
A crease, a crevice you forgot | |
But he still smells so nice | |
So against all advice | |
I creep into the hole that he sleeps | |
But I must have dropped the key | |
So I' ll just sing until I bleed | |
Still he doesn' t love me | |
Still he doesn' t love me | |
I take a turn in his tailspin | |
To churn the urn that he' s ailed in | |
I break the last thread of the screw | |
My compass cracked in his grip | |
And as he spits out all my pips | |
Still he doesn' t love you | |
Still he doesn' t love you | |
He cut it out stitch by stitch | |
In my fallopian grip | |
I hang the dead meat on his tree | |
And as I screeched through the night | |
He said, " My wife fell on that knife" | |
He coughed and he coughed until he bleed | |
So when you going to learn? | |
When will you tend to these burns? | |
When will you wake from this hell? | |
You can put it in a song | |
But that won' t change what' s wrong | |
No, it won' t give you the key to the cell | |
You know that it' s true | |
But of course it' s up to you | |
Still he doesn' t love you | |
Still he doesn' t love you | |
Still he doesn' t love you |