The Cats Pajamas Songtext
von iwrestledabearonce

Who would′ve known?

To the lips of a failed writer
To crash a cup of wine
To throw a toast to an island that's slowly sinking

I can almost hear you
Hear you crying
Momma you are killing yourself
Momma what can I do?


And I′ll be the one putting pins into my fingertips
Only to erase the memories
And to laugh when I think what my father did

She sits
She waits
She toasts her prayers
Not speaks of them
Momma you are killing yourself
Momma what can I do?
She sits
She waits