Bulimic Beats Lyrics - Catatonia

I thought we'd escape 

I packed a fishin' line and counted on it 

I thought we'd escape 

I packed a fishin' line and counted on it 

But dreamin' is for moon rise 

And moonlight ails these tired eyes 

I treat him like a lady 

I treat him as I would he unto me 

Give Rose, rose seller a run for her money 

With silicone and poetry 

But it's the end of me 

I thought it could change 

I'd wake up one mornin' and find nothin' to rearrange 

I couldn't get there 

Behind his wall of Sunday papers 

(I thought it could change) 

I'd wake up one mornin' and find nothin' to rearrange 

But dreamin' is for moon rise 

And moonlight ails these tired eyes 

I treat him like a lady 

I treat him as I would he unto me 

Give Rose, rose seller a run for her money 

With silicone and poetry 

And it's the end of me