Song | The Wallpaper's Gonna Swallow You Whole |
Artist | Farewell Milwaukee |
Album | When It Sinks In |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
So paint your room with pastel colors | |
Before the sun fades us out of style | |
Or the wallpaper swallows us whole | |
And the flowers on your dress make me blue | |
So why don't you open up the windows that save you | |
And let your wide eyes wash all over me | |
Bring me to my knees | |
And blow me through the breeze | |
Cause I've gotta sin to feel you | |
And you gotta weep before I can hear you | |
And honey i don't want to hurt you | |
But my heart’s getting soft and my hands are so weak | |
And I don’t know where I’ve been but I’m sure you'll tell me | |
The symphony of birds sing softly | |
Spreading lies that you used to sing to me baby | |
I wrote your name in dust on the night stand | |
And I booked that flight for Memphis Tennessee |
So paint your room with pastel colors | |
Before the sun fades us out of style | |
Or the wallpaper swallows us whole | |
And the flowers on your dress make me blue | |
So why don' t you open up the windows that save you | |
And let your wide eyes wash all over me | |
Bring me to my knees | |
And blow me through the breeze | |
Cause I' ve gotta sin to feel you | |
And you gotta weep before I can hear you | |
And honey i don' t want to hurt you | |
But my heart' s getting soft and my hands are so weak | |
And I don' t know where I' ve been but I' m sure you' ll tell me | |
The symphony of birds sing softly | |
Spreading lies that you used to sing to me baby | |
I wrote your name in dust on the night stand | |
And I booked that flight for Memphis Tennessee |
So paint your room with pastel colors | |
Before the sun fades us out of style | |
Or the wallpaper swallows us whole | |
And the flowers on your dress make me blue | |
So why don' t you open up the windows that save you | |
And let your wide eyes wash all over me | |
Bring me to my knees | |
And blow me through the breeze | |
Cause I' ve gotta sin to feel you | |
And you gotta weep before I can hear you | |
And honey i don' t want to hurt you | |
But my heart' s getting soft and my hands are so weak | |
And I don' t know where I' ve been but I' m sure you' ll tell me | |
The symphony of birds sing softly | |
Spreading lies that you used to sing to me baby | |
I wrote your name in dust on the night stand | |
And I booked that flight for Memphis Tennessee |