Sinking Slow Songtext
von Ezra Furman

All the broken pieces
Lying in a pile
Waiting to be swept up
From the bathroom tile

Broke my only mirror
Feeling not quite right
Empty little bedroom
And a long night

Oh, I miss my honey so
Now, I′m cold and lonely
Oh, and I hope she comes back home
To her boy whose heart is broke, oh
I'm sinking slow
I′m sinking slow


Born into a strange world
Waiting for a train
Sliding 'round Chicago
In a soft rain

Bloody little mouse trap
Lying by the door
Violent little nightmares
At the mind's core

Oh, I miss my honey so
And my childhood′s ending
Oh, and she′s got to come back home
To her boy descending slow, slow
I'm sinking slow
I′m sinking slow

Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah