Song | Rabbit |
Artist | This Town Needs Guns |
Album | Animals |
Move over it’s getting kind of late. | |
Eyelids grow heavy and at this hour start to ache. | |
The covers hide away | |
All our mistakes. | |
And so do | |
Istop to question why do…… | |
White feathers dance in my room while | |
I’m too tired to sleep? | |
It seems your pillow case all trussed in lace was no match for me and you. | |
No matter what it is | |
Your hurting again. | |
Like lessons learnt in ways,stunned silence reigns. | |
Clear like chrystal | |
I understand your malcontentand while words may not quite mean as much, | |
I hope this never ends. |
Move over it' s getting kind of late. | |
Eyelids grow heavy and at this hour start to ache. | |
The covers hide away | |
All our mistakes. | |
And so do | |
Istop to question why do | |
White feathers dance in my room while | |
I' m too tired to sleep? | |
It seems your pillow case all trussed in lace was no match for me and you. | |
No matter what it is | |
Your hurting again. | |
Like lessons learnt in ways, stunned silence reigns. | |
Clear like chrystal | |
I understand your malcontentand while words may not quite mean as much, | |
I hope this never ends. |