Low Water
Sliding
You got some brand-new biology, your dry lip rips on the cigarette You're always six paces in front of me but I'll have a swing like that in my backyard yet So why not start the show with a number that I haven't heard since way back when? I finally locked out your ghost but somehow your flesh has found its way back in Good Lord, replace the days I lostAnd Jesus, would you give it a rest? We're both hanging upside down on a cross Trying to look our best If you put your arms around me, you could feel my cells dividing And stop me from sliding My fingers cross in superstition, I have seen your head spin the whole way around (what is it about her that possesses you so?) If you look closely, ladies and gentlemen, at no time do my knees ever leave the ground (and will you find another who will tell you when it's time to let go?) We talk about things way too much The story stays the same So I can walk without a crutch That doesn't mean I'm saved
From Letras Mania