You part the waters. The same ones that I'm drowning in. You lead your casual slaughters. And I'm the one who helps you win. . You've got your grand piano.
She's writing, she's writing. She's writing a novel. She's writing, she's weaving. Conceiving a plot. It quickens, it thickens. You can't put it down now.
Okay alright, uh no. This one, this one, this one. . Heads of state, who ride and wrangle. Who look at your face, from more than one angle. Can cut you from their bloated budgets.
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. . You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second.
Well, Jolene unlocked the thick breezeway door. Like she'd done one hundred times before. Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror. She folded the towel carefully and put it back in place.
I can't believe it's true, I can't believe that you. Don't want me anymore. You're with him and you don't even know. . That I've been dying all day long.