Put me in your pocket I can take your truth Hide it from the rest of them Come crawl into my heart there's room
Shady shelter wavers Cross continental skies My breath and yours weave clouds with silk Like tabloid gold but actualized
Oh oh oh, my song Oh oh oh, my song
If you say it's all okay Clear the rubbish out Heap the memory on the mantle Room to fray and shout
Voice in moving pictures Lucid waking dreams Joyful marrow blithe but broken Moved into my heart your
Fingers full of whiskey Tell your stories twice Over skin they feel brand new You're my favorite vice
Oh oh oh, my song Oh oh oh, my song
Half of me is far from me Half of you wont let me be So I will keep your memory like gold I will keep your memory like gold I will keep your soul with my own.
If you say it's all okay Clear the rubbish out Heap the memory on the mantle Room to fray and shout
If you say it's all okay Clear the rubbish out Heap the memory on the mantle Room to fray and shout
