Porcelain Songtext
von George Ragan The Dead Son

Cocaine on the table, a reflection that I know
And you think you′re better off here, but you're better off alone
Deep inside the valley, in a house made of gold
On the counter made of ivory, I think I sold my soul

In the shadows of a dream, feels like I can never leave
This powder white porcelain, powder white porcelain
Why can′t I just stay away? Die a little every day
Off powder white porcelain, powder white porcelain

Is death another virtue? A friend I know too well?
My only real companion: the sunset this city sells
The city might be burning, but in here you'd never know
Deep inside the valley, in a house made of gold


In the shadows of a dream, feels like I can never leave
This powder white porcelain, powder white porcelain
Why can't I just stay away? Die a little every day
Off powder white porcelain, powder white porcelain

Sometimes I get so high that I don′t wanna come back down
Sometimes I get so low that I don′t wanna live right now
Sometimes I get so high that I don't wanna come back down
Sometimes I get so low that I don′t wanna live right now

In the shadows of a dream, feels like I can never leave
This powder white porcelain, powder white porcelain
Why can't I just stay away? Die a little every day
Off powder white porcelain, powder white porcelain

Powder white porcelain
Powder white porcelain
Powder white porcelain
Powder white porcelain