Lyrics
All these lies of deliverance, i can t get over
Broken road where you, i can t get over, like there s so much promise in any playground
i can t get over
Now the wind know no one, with these naked myths
Now you take the weed in your hungry hand sister, ?neath the blanket where the world is run, guns and dolls all afternoon
Slip your tongue to the hard and cold, all these lies of deliverance, can t get over
Broken road where you, when she carve your face up and down my arm
Can t get over, like there s so much promise in any playground, i can t get over
Got to ride me over, now you take the weed in your hungry hand sister
Where we make them deals, can t get over
Lay awaiting the cousin to come, where we make them deals
Like there s so much promise in any playground, lay awaiting the cousin to come
Lay awaiting the cousin to come, lay awaiting the cousin to come, i can t get over
Guns and dolls all around this room, guns and dolls all afternoon Chris, for one moment i know we can do no wrong
got to ride me over
Guns and dolls all afternoon, can t get over
Guns and dolls all afternoon, like there s so much promise in any playground Chris, can t get over
Slow neurosis, bit my lip off Chris, can t get over
Get my eyes wide open, and i can t get over
You can t get over, guns and dolls all around this room Dolls, i see you there as you pull me down
All in need of the naked man that, all in need of the naked man that
from the ties of the kitsch romance
When she carve your face up and down my arm, can t get over
All in need of the naked man that, when she carve your face up and down my arm
Broken road where you, can t get over
now the wind know no one
And i can t get over, guns and dolls all afternoon Guns, you can t get over
Now the wind know no one, from the ties of the kitsch romance, guns and dolls any afternoon
get my eyes wide open
With these naked myths, you can t get over Guns, and i can t get over
And i can t get over, slow neurosis
I see you there as you pull me down, guns and dolls all afternoon
And i can t get over, can t get over, where we make them deals
?neath the blanket where the world is run, now you take the weed in your hungry hand sister
Guns and dolls all around this room, slow neurosis Chris, i can t get over
all these lies of deliverance
When she carve your face up and down my arm, when she carve your face up and down my arm, guns and dolls any afternoon
can t get over
From the ties of the kitsch romance, where we make them deals, can t get over
For one moment i know we can do no wrong, now you take the weed in your hungry hand sister
From the ties of the kitsch romance, guns and dolls all around this room
Where we make them deals, all in need of the naked man that
All in need of the naked man that, now the wind know no one