Lyrics
True collector till the end, taking pictures of the boys, but the caravan remains
Convincing everyone you ve got a lot to say, you burned your bridges well, so many wasted nights
But the caravan remains, when you first came to town
The gypsy s on the move, walking through a maze
Buying drinks until you drowned, but the caravan remains
the blood lay an your hands
but you re spilling on your dress
when you first came to town
I taught you everything you know, you re such a pretty thing
With games of kiss and tell, so many wasted nights
So many wasted nights, the blood lay an your hands
so many wasted nights
But you re spilling on your dress, convincing everyone you ve got a lot to say
Passed out in your bed, you re such a pretty thing, new backdrop but same old play
when you first came to town
But you re spilling on your dress, but you re spilling on your dress, trying to make amends
The blood lay an your hands, trying to make amends
But the caravan remains, left me twisting in the wind, with games of kiss and tell
you occupy your days
You re such a pretty thing, left me twisting in the wind
but you re spilling on your dress
You re such a pretty thing, trying to make amends Jayhawks, with games of kiss and tell
I taught you everything you know, you re such a pretty thing Thing, passed out in your bed
The blood lay an your hands, i taught you everything you know
You burned your bridges well, so many wasted nights
Walking through a maze, buying drinks until you drowned
Convincing everyone you ve got a lot to say, i taught you everything you know
taking pictures of the boys
with games of kiss and tell
you burned your bridges well
Walking through a maze, when you first came to town, the gypsy s on the move
left me twisting in the wind
New backdrop but same old play, the blood lay an your hands The, true collector till the end
passed out in your bed
Passed out in your bed, passed out in your bed Pretty, you re such a pretty thing
the blood lay an your hands
Trying to make amends, new backdrop but same old play
Trying to make amends, walking through a maze
but you re spilling on your dress
Passed out in your bed, with games of kiss and tell
I taught you everything you know, trying to make amends
You re such a pretty thing, the blood lay an your hands Jayhawks, but the caravan remains
Passed out in your bed, true collector till the end Pretty, walking through a maze
The gypsy s on the move, you re such a pretty thing
passed out in your bed
The blood lay an your hands, the blood lay an your hands
taking pictures of the boys
When you first came to town, trying to make amends