Song | Starving To Death In The Belly Of The Whale |
Artist | Hands Like Houses |
Album | Ground Dweller |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
There’s no injection for this, the aching in your lungs. | |
So bite down, but even vipers mind the venom lacing their tongues. | |
Puncture wounds and almost no colour in our skin. | |
And we smashed every vial of the cure. | |
Aren’t we vicious when we’re backed against the wall? | |
I wish you’d just passed me by and we went about our ways, | |
Instead of this bitter exchange of poisonous words. | |
If the sting would tear you inside out, | |
Wouldn’t it be worth just holding it inside? | |
Revenge should be honey on our tongues, | |
But it’s turned to ash in our mouths. | |
Empty out the hives of our honeycomb lungs. | |
Don’t we all want to be left alone? |
There' s no injection for this, the aching in your lungs. | |
So bite down, but even vipers mind the venom lacing their tongues. | |
Puncture wounds and almost no colour in our skin. | |
And we smashed every vial of the cure. | |
Aren' t we vicious when we' re backed against the wall? | |
I wish you' d just passed me by and we went about our ways, | |
Instead of this bitter exchange of poisonous words. | |
If the sting would tear you inside out, | |
Wouldn' t it be worth just holding it inside? | |
Revenge should be honey on our tongues, | |
But it' s turned to ash in our mouths. | |
Empty out the hives of our honeycomb lungs. | |
Don' t we all want to be left alone? |
There' s no injection for this, the aching in your lungs. | |
So bite down, but even vipers mind the venom lacing their tongues. | |
Puncture wounds and almost no colour in our skin. | |
And we smashed every vial of the cure. | |
Aren' t we vicious when we' re backed against the wall? | |
I wish you' d just passed me by and we went about our ways, | |
Instead of this bitter exchange of poisonous words. | |
If the sting would tear you inside out, | |
Wouldn' t it be worth just holding it inside? | |
Revenge should be honey on our tongues, | |
But it' s turned to ash in our mouths. | |
Empty out the hives of our honeycomb lungs. | |
Don' t we all want to be left alone? |