I cut the heads out of the postcards That you sent the day you died Pinned them up together Smiling side by side Look in the burning rubbage Every tiny tale that she told with you It's really not important
And if i held you If I hold you unintentionally blind It's one of those erotic features you might like Are you positioning yourself into a place you can't explain Go on With you it's always something
'cause here we are And nothing really matters And here we are And nothing really matters more than
You remind me Here
Caught in this world that's quite familiar Psychologically sound It's one of those erotic features you have found Though it's irrelevent to me I really think you should explain With you and me it's always something
'cause here we are And nothing really matters And here we are And nothing really matters more than
You remind me Here
Don't take me on I'm not so pretty this time Don't take me home
I cut the heads out of the postcards That you sent the day you died Pinned them up together Smiling side by side Look in the burning rubbage Every tiny tale that she told with you And me it's always something With you and me it's always something With you and me it's always something
'cause here we are And nothing really matters And here we are And nothing really matters more than