Song | Paintings |
Artist | From Indian Lakes |
Album | Able Bodies |
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God took all of my research | |
And ate it up. | |
One by one. | |
I Haven’t thought for a while. | |
Who is my teacher? | |
I'll never learn anything. | |
And who has been my lover? | |
She waits in the dark | |
To steal my love | |
To steal my love. | |
Take these hands. | |
What have I made them do? | |
What have you made them for? | |
Am I the only one left to sin at all? | |
I met a fallen creature. | |
I picked him up. | |
I licked his wounds. | |
He bit my hand. | |
I see the preacher | |
To fill my cup | |
Please fill my cup. | |
I had to take away all of the paintings | |
Inside of my head. | |
Oo whoa oh | |
Oo whoa oh | |
Oo whoa oh | |
Oh | |
I can only remember the first ones. | |
And when the curtains were closed | |
I could still see your eyelashes beating. | |
oo whoa oh | |
oo whoa oh | |
oo whoa oh | |
oh oh | |
I can still see your breathe on the window, | |
But I think I want it to go away | |
But I think I want it to go away | |
But I think I want it to go away | |
But I think I want it to go away |
God took all of my research | |
And ate it up. | |
One by one. | |
I Haven' t thought for a while. | |
Who is my teacher? | |
I' ll never learn anything. | |
And who has been my lover? | |
She waits in the dark | |
To steal my love | |
To steal my love. | |
Take these hands. | |
What have I made them do? | |
What have you made them for? | |
Am I the only one left to sin at all? | |
I met a fallen creature. | |
I picked him up. | |
I licked his wounds. | |
He bit my hand. | |
I see the preacher | |
To fill my cup | |
Please fill my cup. | |
I had to take away all of the paintings | |
Inside of my head. | |
Oo whoa oh | |
Oo whoa oh | |
Oo whoa oh | |
Oh | |
I can only remember the first ones. | |
And when the curtains were closed | |
I could still see your eyelashes beating. | |
oo whoa oh | |
oo whoa oh | |
oo whoa oh | |
oh oh | |
I can still see your breathe on the window, | |
But I think I want it to go away | |
But I think I want it to go away | |
But I think I want it to go away | |
But I think I want it to go away |
God took all of my research | |
And ate it up. | |
One by one. | |
I Haven' t thought for a while. | |
Who is my teacher? | |
I' ll never learn anything. | |
And who has been my lover? | |
She waits in the dark | |
To steal my love | |
To steal my love. | |
Take these hands. | |
What have I made them do? | |
What have you made them for? | |
Am I the only one left to sin at all? | |
I met a fallen creature. | |
I picked him up. | |
I licked his wounds. | |
He bit my hand. | |
I see the preacher | |
To fill my cup | |
Please fill my cup. | |
I had to take away all of the paintings | |
Inside of my head. | |
Oo whoa oh | |
Oo whoa oh | |
Oo whoa oh | |
Oh | |
I can only remember the first ones. | |
And when the curtains were closed | |
I could still see your eyelashes beating. | |
oo whoa oh | |
oo whoa oh | |
oo whoa oh | |
oh oh | |
I can still see your breathe on the window, | |
But I think I want it to go away | |
But I think I want it to go away | |
But I think I want it to go away | |
But I think I want it to go away |