Someone's staking out my house. So don't be sitting drunk. Outside my window. . 'cause when your love is love blown down. You must live with yourself.
Fell like a crippled crow. Spinning through and breaking branches. I'm in a bad way. Call my friends, they'll know what to do. . I'm a better friend. Than I've ever been a lover.
The whole towns slippin down a hill.. Like the spine of something dead.. Slide in shadow cobble-creep.. Burn your mark and leave.. . The trench conventions yellow eyes.
Lippy kids on the corner again. Lippy kids on the corner begin. Settling like crows. Though I never perfected the simian stroll. The cigarette scent it was everything then.
Lay down your cross. Cross off your day. Lady, lady. . Turn off your phone. Lie where you lay. Lady, lady. Please, please. . Love let me love. Love let me love.
I'm sick of working for a living. I'm just ticking off the days till I die. Oh, I miss you Louise, yeah. And the sickest little pleasures keep me going in between pulling teeth.